My gramps is my rock. He always has been and probably will be until the good Lord calls him home. My grandpa used to watch me when I was a baby all the way up until I was going to kindergarten. I don't mean all the time everyday watching me, but when my parents would be at work, they would bring me to my grandpa's house. When I just want to relax even at the age of 19, I still go over his house and just get away from it all.
Of all the years I have known my grandpa, I always find out more and more "fun-facts" about him every time we talk. One day we were discussing a topic I cannot quite remember, and his time in the army came up. I found out that my grandfather used to shoot down enemy planes in the Korean or Vietnam War. I can't remember which war it was and I am sure I could ask again but I don't want him to feel like I wasn't listening. In later conversations I found out that my grandfather was a volunteer fireman who fought wildfires in northern Arizona. I have always known he was a Police Officer for the city we lived in but I never knew what exactly he did throughout his younger years. My grandpa is not old compared to many people's grandparents so that is why every time I hear him talk about his many adventures, I am in shock he fit all of it in into his short amount of years he has been alive.
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