Sandman's Journal

Grandpa turned 87 two days ago.

He and Grandma married almost 65 years ago.

He was telling me some war stories last week that amazed me. Once, to escape the Germans, who'd surrounded him, he chose to charge into their trenches. It was pitch black, and he said he blazed through their ranks like a maniac. I would've too. By war's end he had two or three purple hearts and some shrapnel souvenirs.

Grandpa hates war and the war machine. He frequently declares, "War is hell, and it's the only kind of hell I believe exists."