So. I wanna talk about this really cool man for a minute. He’s part of what makes my family’s history so awesome.
He was in the US Navy, as you can see. This picture was taken pretty soon after he joined up, I believe. Before US involvement in WWII. So basically, this man, my granddad, was a pretty influential and important guy as far as the US involvement in the war. He wasn’t famous for it. But he did some pretty cool things.
For example - he was at Pearl Harbor when it was attacked. Would have been killed in those attacks, but luckily he had chosen to go to church at an earlier time than usual that day. Which saved his life. And he was ready to fight that day, ready to serve his country.
At the end of the war, during the review of the troops, he was in the very first plane flying over the Hudson (?? I believe it was the Hudson river) to be reviewed by the President. So from the first to last day, my granddad was there and present in the war, serving his country.
Post War, there was some testing being done on the atom bomb. My granddad was a bit of a genius. Or rather, he was incredibly intelligent and a wonderful mathematician. So he was trusted with calculating how far you had to get away from an atomic bomb before it exploded to avoid death, injury, or damage to the plane, and just how quickly you had to do it. When told he had to go up in the test flight so that if he was wrong it wasn’t just the pilot who went down, but my granddad as well? He was totally and completely comfortable with doing so. Because he knew, 100%, that his calculations were dead on correct. And they were.
Basically, my granddad was a pretty cool guy. He was the last close relative of mine to enlist in any branch of the US military. He was a kindhearted and loving man, who cared so much about his country. By the end of his service, he was decorated with high honors, and was truly well respected. Just. Yeah. He was really cool. And I felt like sharing.
All of this information isn’t really in record books. He’s not someone who made history. But it’s within letters he wrote about his life, within the pages of presidential honors he received, in the decorative sword he had to show rank, in the flag that was lain over his casket during his funeral. It’s a personal history of one man that the world won’t ever know or recognize, but was a hero to all who knew him. And I think that’s really cool.