My grandfather... still alive. He lied about his age and enlisted at sixteen years and jumped into D-Day a hour before and cut down communication lines before the first wave. A french family took him in to hide from German patrols. My aunt Collete was named after the women that hid my grandfather out. Later my grandfather was in the battle of the Bulge where he was shot in the head, now has a steel plate in head. I was so close to not being here as well as him.
The greatest generation.
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