Jun 02, 2006 20:04
My grandad is made of awesome.
He's 87.
He was part of the parachute regiment at Arnham, (Bridge over the River Kwai, anyone?), he came to Britain after the war and has been here ever since. He had a pet wolf as a boy. This alone would allow him to be made of awesome.
He was in Holland yesterday receiving the Dutch version of the Victoria Cross. Whilst he was there a lady came over and asked his name, and then went on to thank him profusely. During the war, she and her then-boyfriend (later husband) had escaped from a POW camp and were on the run from a platoon of soldiers. They were running at the side of the road in the middle of the night when a jeep stopped and picked them up and took them to safety. The only thing she could remember was the drivers name, who was my grandad.
Having just being told this story, I am reminded that my grandad is made of awesome.
life