My Grandfather was an anti-aircraft gunner in WW2. He was in the European theatre. I forget how many days after D-Day he arrived in Normandy, but there were still trucks full of bodies driving around. He went on to fight in the battle of the bulge and he was given the Congressional Medal of Honor. He has told me stories of trying to shoot down the V-1 missiles and almost bought it towards the end of the war when one of Hitler’s jets dropped a bomb close to his gunner’s nest. That was the first time he has ever seen a jet. He is now 82.
My Grandmother was a Rosie Riveter. She worked in a plant that made aircraft for the war effort. My Grandpa was stationed in Buffalo at the time and he used to watch my Grandma every day through his periscope. Grandma was always pushing a baby buggy though, and my Grandpa thought she was already married. Turns out she was just using the buggy to haul ice for the icebox and was VERY SINGLE! My Grandmother is now 79.
They dated for two months and then got married. My Grandfather was shipped out immediately after.
My Grandparents have a duplex here in Denver and I rent the other side from them. I get to see them every day. One of my favorite things to do is to go over and talk politics with them while I clean their house or do other chores for them. Oh yeah, they both can’t STAND BUSH!!! I would say they both HATE Bush, but they don’t like me using that word.