My grandfather was in World War 1. HIs job was a courier. Most of the war was fought in trenches. Couriers had to come out to dash between trenches. Thankfully, my grandad had his wits about him up until the day he died, and he often talked about his days in the war. He didn't harbor any hatred towards the enemy....he said that those kids on that side didn't want to be there any more than he did.
I remember at his funeral, a woman went up to the casket and laid a medal on his chest. It was a Distinguished Service Cross. During the war, this womans husband was injured. My grandfather came out of the trench and pulled him to safety. The other man went on to receive the Distinguished Service Cross, but he fought for most of his life to get that award for my grandad. Because were it not for my grandfathers actions, he would not have lived to get that cross on his own. He preceded my grandfather in death, with instructions for his wife to give his medal to my grandfather. My grandfather died in 1977. I'm not only proud of him, I am proud of that man who was helped 60 years earlier to remember my grandad like that.
