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	Saving Private Ryan 8.20.99 When I was younger, I used my grandpa's sock drawer as a cradle for my babydoll. I'm sure he was infuriated when he found out. You see, he was a very orderly man. Very set in his ways. But I tried to abide by his rules or to make him believe I did. His socks were all dark brown and navy, tied neatly together in pairs. There was one other thing in the drawer that I didn't quite understand. It was a silver necklace with two identical plates of embossed metal dangling from it. I always wondered why Grandpa had a necklace with his name on it. I even remember wearing it a few times. I never knew the significance of the precious metal I held in my hands. On the wall, the only decoration in the room, was a framed certificate pronouncing deepest gratitude and appreciation to Lloyd Edward Cox for his service in WWII. Yet another thing I learned too late. I don't recall ever hearing him talk about it. My mother told me one memory he'd shared with her once. He was in the trenches, one of many boys his age, helping to conquer the Nazis. When he finally found a moment to look around, everyone he could see was blown into pieces. Once he'd gathered his senses, a feat I couldn't begin to fathom, he crawled out of the ditch and walked back to the road. The enemy had moved on; there was no more firing. He just stood up and walked away, the lone survivor. So if he was a little dogged sometimes, it's completely forgivable. He's my Grandpa and the greatest hero I've ever been blessed to know. After Grandma passed away, we stopped visiting him. After all, he was only my mother's stepfather -- long after she'd married and had a life of her own. We saw him once around Christmas. Our meager gift was a box of peanut brittle. It seemed like so much too little. A few years later, he called to wish us season's greetings, but I couldn't talk to him because his speech wasn't so clear after the stroke. He's the only grandfather I've ever known, and I'd never dream of trading him for another. I miss him miserably. < Previous Topic >
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