Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The Grandfather They Only Thought They Knew
If you don’t ask questions, you won’t get answers
And then there were the missions that earned him a Distinguished Flying Cross and a Silver Star, neither of which are handed out for milk runs. While he was in Italy, Harry’s daily job was to bore through the anti-aircraft fire to bomb and strafe trains, gun emplacements and anything of value. Reading between the lines of the award citations, you realize that continuously pounding valuable targets means repeatedly exposing yourself to a high probability of death. Harry often flew through a curtain of steel, and though enemy fire often got his airplane, he never was seriously wounded. Considering the circumstances, that was nothing short of a miracle—another fact his family hadn’t learned until very late in Harry’s life.
One of Harry’s stories, regarding his first mission, will always stick with me. Unbeknownst to him, ground fire had blown one of the ducts for the cabin heater apart, filling the aircraft cockpit with tremendous heat. Thinking he was on fire, he cranked the canopy back and prepared to bail out. His wingman, however, told him there was no smoke, no visible flame. He looked around and discovered his airplane wasn’t badly hurt, and it was pure fear that had prompted him to make what he later recognized was a dumb decision.
Looking back on that day, Harry noted, “I made up my mind, at that point, that I would never be afraid again. If they’re going to get me, they’re going to get me, but the worse thing I can do is be scared, because that will prevent me from thinking or acting right.” It seems that he carried that philosophy with him in his highly successful professional life.
War changes people. Often the change is for the better, because they’ve experienced death firsthand, and they understand the temporary nature of life. For most, it confers on them a determination to make every minute count—they know it can end, or be inexorably changed, in a heartbeat.
As vets go, Harry was an exception, because he had the foresight to put his life into a spiral-bound notebook that would forever give his family a window into what made him who he was. And that’s the lesson Harry has left with us.
Our kids don’t know who we were before they were born. Even though we lived entire lifetimes before they came into our lives, they only know us as middle-aged parents. Sooner or later, as they mature, however, they’ll turn around and see their parents as human beings with a history, and that’s when a spiral-bound notebook with your life between the covers will become one of their most treasured possessions. So start writing. Notebooks are cheap.
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