Today, I’m thinking of my grandpas, both of whom were veterans. I wish they were still here today, so I could ask them about their experiences. But I’m grateful they were there to serve.
Dad told me a story about grandpa Sullivan: He volunteered for the Navy in World War II because he was notified he was in the first round for the draft. He figured that’d be better than the infantry. He and another man were being selected for submarine duty, and they flipped a coin for who got it — the other man lost, and went to do it. Grandpa went on to serve doing something with radios, I believe.