I too called this man Gran Gran. But I first knew him as "Truck". I may have given him the name Gran Gran, I am not sure, but "truck" obviously did not stick. But, I did learn to drive while sitting in his lap on his tractor and eventually in his lap, in his truck. My greatest memories are on the farm with him and Nanny. Vangie and I could do anything we wanted. We would even get to bathe outside in the washtub but would die if Gran Gran saw us naked. We could hear him snoring all the way on the other side of the house. He grew the best vegetables and made the best canned sausage you could ever eat. I never, ever heard my Gran Gran say an angry word or a cuss word. He was such a special man to his family, his friends and his country. He didn't speak much about his time in the war until one holiday, maybe Easter, he sat at the dining room table and told us of his experiences and what he had seen. He must have talked for a couple of hours. I asked him that day, why he had never told me those stories before. He said it wasn't the time. I am so thankful for the time I had with my Gran Gran. I will cherish the years and the memories forever. I can only hope that David will be half the man that Gran Gran was.