My grandfather was at Vimy Ridge as a 15 year old kid. They didn't find out he was a kid till he was there so they made him a streatcherbearer (sp).
The irony is a week later his ambulance gets hit and he was in a wheelchair for life.
He is long gone now and he didn't speak much of the war. I have his medals but the one thing I cherish is he has a formal sit down picture (like a hockey team photo) of his unit or group or whatever it is and there must be a couple of hundred men in the photo. He has an X over the ones who died and there are a lot of them.
The biggest thing for me is being 15 and going to war I couldn't imagine.
I realize how lucky I am being too old to go to war. I grew up with the fear of nuclear war but in my lifetime I have never lived with the fear of losing my country or way of life. When people say I wish I would win the lottery I always say "you know you already have"
Thanks Grandpa.
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