My Grandfather Essay

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My Grandfather Who is my hero? That would be my Grandfather, hands down, no question about it. Why, even though he passed away in 2007 do I still hold him in such high esteem? Those are easy questions to answer, he was truly a good soul in every aspect of his life. He grew up in the depression era. His father was a bitter man do to his treatment when he was young for being mixed race Cherokee, and his mothers health was precarious at best. They were a poor family, that moved frequently to look for work. To hear him or my Uncle Court talk about there life growing up, you would never have known they had such a ruff start in life. They both had and my Uncle still has such an amazing outlook on life. I loved listening to my Grandfathers stories of the shenanigans he and his brother would pull. Grandad (how he always referenced his father) would come unglued at the stuff they did, he was so good at retelling a story, it made you feel like you were right there watching it all play out. During World War 2, he served as a radioman in the Navy. I have so many photos and stories of that time to go with them. One of may favorite photos was of him and bunch of his buddies all in there Navy shirts and hats with grass skirts on, he was stationed in Hawaii at the time. He was there during Pearl Harbor, although on a different part of the island. He lost many friends that day, and had the horrible task of helping to clean up and pull bodies out of ships. That part he never talked about much. His brother,also in the Navy was on another ship. They were able to meet up a few times,and apparently were still very good at causing trouble when together. He never elaborated on that, not wanting to give us ideas of things to do; but from the gleam in his eyes, the huge grin and little

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