Remembering my Grandfather on this day....

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I have fond memories of the gentle old man. I grew up watching him and my uncle glued to the sofa watching the Detroit Tigers or Lions lose. He was at Omaha and later lost three toes to frostbite while on sentry duty during what's now called The Battle of the Bulge. He never talked about it but a Bronze Star and Purple Heart did it for him. After the war he reenlisted and worked in a mail room in some base in Germany. Upon his return to the States he resumed his old job as a conductor on the Grand Trunk until his retirement. When he died at the age of 92 he received a quiet military funeral at Fort Custer in Battle Creek, Michigan.

I'm looking at the burial flag now thinking of his service. And thinking of how hard his life must have been to go through all of that while concealing that he was gay. He never lived to see the change.