I'm sure that the following piece applies to more than just my grandfather, whom I wrote this for. I thought I would share it with anyone else that has an ailing relative that fought for our freedom.Remembrance You were once a warrior, a soldier, a thinker of note. You fought the Devil on the Beaches of Hell and won. You watched as your friends and countrymen were slain and yet you persevered. You brought home glory, love and the ability to live a free life. You were a hero. You are a hero to us still.It is because of you I am today. It is because of you that I live, live free, love life, love. You gave me these things, yet you did not know me. You did it for the purest of reasons and yet I benefited from it. It is for that reason that I must thank you. It is for that reason that I call you hero. It is for that reason that I gladly give my two minutes and anything else you ask. It is for that reason I scorn those who do not care and that take you for granted. They do not know or do not care or are too shallow to understand and I pity them, but I shall never pity you. For pity and respect can never go hand in hand and I respect you like no one else.Now you are injured. Not by a bullet, but by the passing of time. You are cared for; by us and by them. You shall pass away but your name will never be forgotten. Your name will be Warrior, Soldier or Hero but I shall always call you Granddad.
Posted with permission
written By Michael Woodhouse
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