I never had the opportunity to get to know you when you were alive. You died when I was so young. It saddens me to say that the only memory I have of you is visiting you in the hospital. I only got to meet the frail sick version of you. Not the strong brave version that gave so much in service for your country. How I wish that I could turn back the hands of time to have one day with you. One day to really get to know the grandfather that I believe I share so much in common with. As I look at your picture I can see how much I resemble you, but i think it goes further than just looks. I think you passed along a lot of your personality to me. And I hope that I was able to take some of your courage and bravery.
I found out today that you made it all the way to Germany. You were kicking on Hitler's door when something went wrong. I have heard that it was a land mine but all I know for sure is that you left your leg on the battlefield. You made it so far into enemy territory. You fought hard for what you believed was right. Stopping the injustices of a mad man. And you did it. You claimed victory!
I am so grateful for what you did. You made a choice at 15 that forever changed the course of history. I sit here today writing this because of you. Because of your bravery, your heart and your determination. I am so proud of you.
Charles Arthur Shaw I am honored to call you my Grandfather.
I love you!
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