Picture of my maternal Grandfather from France, 1918.

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5. My maternal grandfather

was a cook in the army, too, in the second World War. He helped deliver meals to soldiers on the frontlines and I know that he had to have to seen things that no one should ever have to see because he never really liked talking about the war. My mother once said that she remembered hearing him telling a story about one of those trips where he delivered a meal to a soldier, turned around to serve another and when he turned back around the first soldier had been killed. No wonder.

His hearing was damaged during the war thanks to artilery and I think I remember hearing about him being in an army hospital for it, but he never got any benefits for it as the VA kept arguing that it wasn't due to anything that happened while he was in the service.

To all of our grandfathers!