Awarded the bronze star, the purple heart, a medal for being in all five of the major Pacific battles, (Okinawa, Guadalcanal, Iwo Jima, Midway, Philippine Sea) and more, like the Battle of Attu, Grampa never lauded himself as a war hero. In fact, it wasn't until after he died Gramma even told anyone that he'd earned those medals. It was evidence of his humility and more so, evidence of the honor he gave to his fallen comrades of whom he boasted proudly.
To me, Grampa was just ... Grampa. As a child, his most heroic act to me was introducing me to coffee and dunking sugared doughnuts in it. Or reading books while he rocked me in his lap as he suffered from war-induced Multiple Sclerosis. Tapping his thumb over the well-worn edges of his Bible, holding Gramma's hand, sorting out his daily vitamins, and driving a diesel station wagon.
He was Grampa.
He was a hero.
He was mine.
What hero do you memorialize this week?