Grandpa died when I was 12.

 

I never got to ask him so many things! I do know he was a hero...and not just because he flew in a B-17 or stormed the beaches of Normandy. He taught me to play basketball, took me out for ice cream, and somehow made me feel like I was a pretty awesome kid.

 

Now I get to pass on his lessons to these guys.

 

Thanks Grandpa.