I'll be cleaning some old guns I inherited from my Grandfather. He enlisted in the Navy in 1939. He served until 1944, when he was discharged due to injuries he suffered when his ship (the Liscomb Bay) was torpedoed an sank by a Japanese submarine. He taught me to hunt and fish and gave me my first knife, when I was 6 years old. It had a spoon and fork on it and was duller than the back side of a butter knife. When I was 8, he gave me an Old Timer. I carried those knives to school all the time.
When I think of the horrors he saw and the pain he endured for the freedom of this country, I couldn't be more proud of him. Now this weekend, I'll watch politicians sleek about how mad they are that veterans are dying while waiting months to see a doctor. If I keep going, it'll turn into a political rant. I'll just say, God bless our vets and I miss my Granddaddy.