August 9, 2008
My grandfathers didnít like to talk about the war. My paternal grandfather somehow made it impossible to ask him about it, but my motherís father would sometimes talk about how hard it was in the trenches, mud and never having dry feet, the hunger, the fear. He guarded German prisoners because he had studied German at school and could converse with them. He soon discovered that they were boys much like himself, just doing a job and what they thought was right. One of them made him a cross out of nails, which he kept until the day he died.