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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dad never knew his father. That soldier died in a war. All Dad heard was brief stories of the man that went before. Grandma had some pictures and some medals on a wall. But Dad never knew his father which was what mattered most of all I’ve done some family history, and seen the ship’s manifest. I’ve heard again the story of the good ship Lafayette-- How Grandma and her children searched the waves for periscopes, Knowing that one torpedo could blow away all of their hopes. This could have been in any war. Soldiers die and families flee. But this was the family story that was handed down to me. It started in old England, then to an immigration line: A 3-year-old at Ellis Island, in July 1939. They fled their burning country, to be called “war refugees”. With help from an old uncle and a kind community, Grandma made a new start here in the land of liberty. They learned that Grandpa was killed in ‘44 in Italy. I found online the letter, that my Grandma didn’t see, About how the Sergeant-Major’s infantry company Was caught out in the open by Wehrmacht artillery. The letter said he didn’t suffer. Was he really killed instantly? I never knew my Grandpa, though I was named after him. Though I served a different flag, I was a soldier like him. I’ve seen my father’s scrapbook, and Grandpa’s medals on the wall. But I never knew my Grandpa which was what mattered most of all.
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