Sunday, March 14, 2010

Sunday

Well, it's Sunday. The end of another busy week, and the beginning of a new one!

I hate it everytime the time changes. I think it's stupid to force our bodies to adjust to the clock. I slept until 11:30 this morning because my usual wake up time is 10 to 10:30. Now I have to train my brain to get up an hour earlier. UGH!

I've been waiting all week for today, just to watch a movie! Well, not really a movie. Tonight on HBO is the first part of a new mini series called The Pacific. It's a WWII movie based on the real lives of three couragous men that lived through it. It's produced by the same people that made Band of Brothers, which is my all time favorite WWII movie.

The Pacific is about the battle in Japan, and I think it will be as good as Band of Brothers.

My Papaw fought in WWII, but he didn't go to Japan. He never talked about it much, and if we asked he just gave short, to the point answers. After watching Band of Brothers, which is based on real men's stories of the war, I can understand why he didn't want to talk about it. It was horrible!

My Papaw lied about his age on his Social Security application so that he could go. There were a lot of children fighting in that war, because the government didn't care how old you were. If you got your parents consent, you could go. There were children there that were barely in their teens! Papaw had to lie because he didn't have parents. They kicked him out when he was 8 years old! EIGHT! He had 4 brothers, and they kicked them all out because they couldn't afford to feed them! WHAT!? He didn't talk about his parents either. He just said they weren't worth knowing. The only thing I know about them is that his mother was native american and his father was white. That's it.

He died 18 years ago from Mesothelioma, and I miss him to this day. I loved that man! Somehow, he turned out to be a kind and caring man that adored his family, and he worked hard his whole life to make sure they had what they needed. He's the reason I love WWII movies. When I watch them, I feel his presence with me.

4 comments:

Jaime said...

Wow Tammy your grandpa and mine both spoke of the war the same - or rather, not much at all. My grandpa threw out his war metals! My uncle and dad found them in the trash when they were teens and asked him about it and he said they didn't remind him of anything worth remembering.
I always feel close to him when those types of documentaries and shows are on too, same with my Dad, he loves them.

jaime

Chris said...

Boy, Tammy, your Papaw was a loving forgiving man. I could learn from him!

And I'm a weirdo that loves Daylight Savings Time. I'm a "lark" and love to get going early and LOVE the lighter evenings. So I'm sorry that this was forced on you~~~

Have a blessed day.

Stacie said...

So glad to have you back writing again..my grandfather was buried alive in WWII and his best friend dug him out. He died 10 years later of lead poisoning due to shrapnel left in him...I wish I could have known him as he died before I was born.

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