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Originally Posted by Dadhawk
Same here. "Grandpa" was a gentle giant of a man who survived D-Day as a jumper for the 82nd Airborne.
He was young enough to have been my Father (I'm only 10 years younger than my youngest uncle) and was a calm but serious driving force of the family.
He was taken way too early from this life 20 or so years ago, and I still miss him every day.
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My Grandpa was a Master Mold Maker for casting brass and bronze and as such was declined service in WW2. That haunted him much of his life as he did not feel he fit in with most of his peers from the era. As much as we tried to tell him that his contribution to the war effort greatly exceeded that of the average grunt he was never quite convinced. The sad part was it was ultimately the war that killed him as he passed way in 1974 from a rare condition that they linked directly to his excessive exposure to the casting process during the war years.