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My Maternal Grandfather was a Marine Gunnery-Sergeant, (Artillery). Served in the PTO. Sadly, he passed away during my first week of Jump School. I had never been able to get him to tell me any of his stories. He would always shake his head and say, "Maybe later.".

I can remember my CO calling me into his office to give me the bad news. He was forthright and compassionate, but professional. At the time, I thought he was being an asshole. He told me I could have 3 days Leave to go home for the funeral. But if I did so, I'd have to drop out of Jump School, and not be able to re-attend. I chose to remain in my Class. I felt at the time, that it was what my G-Pa would've wanted for me. I still feel I made the right choice, although I do miss him dearly, and at times regret not being there with and for the rest of my family.

My Paternal Grandfather was a '4F'. During his younger years in Philly, he got himself into trouble, the kind that ends up with a severe beating from pipes and ax handles. His bones never healed properly.