May 30, 2016

Memorial Day 2016

I got nothing but stories from Grandpa.

Somewhere in the Solomon Islands Grandpa was helping bear litters. The rule was if it appeared the wounds were fatal to give one morphine and move to someone else. Which as he told it was a tough call. Sometimes a guy loses a foot, goes into shock and dies. Other try to put their parts back in and keep shooting,

So he ran across this man, mortally wounded in the chest. He gave him two shots despite the, "damn rules." They shared a cigarette waiting for what was to come. He said when the man drug on his last cigarette the smoke would come out of his left side there where he has been hit by a shell.

The man told him, Short, its not dying that bothers me, its dying here. In this place. His last thoughts were that he has wanted to die at home, in America. And that was his only regret at his death. That he was never going to get to see the US again.

So somewhere there is a family, I don't know who they are. But know your soldier did not die alone. he died with one of his countrymen at his side, giving him the only things he had to give him, morphine and a cigarette.

Thank, you thank you all, we will never forget.

By Howie at 01:30 PM | Comments |