I was 7 years old when my Pappaw died.
There are things I remember about him, even though I saw him with only a child’s eyes.
There are things I see in myself I believe came from him, like my love of Dr. Pepper.
He was a carpenter.
He knew how to build all kinds of things, and he built things for me.
When I was young, I wanted to be a fireman.
Pappaw built me a fire truck bed.
Most of the things I’ve told you so far I told you because Sue’s prompt today is “build,” but I really wanted to get to the next part.
I’ve posted about Pappaw before, around Veterans Day probably, because he was in submarine combat during World War II.
The USS Archerfish sunk the Shinano, a Japanese aircraft carrier, in 1944, on its fifth war patrol.
Pappaw was part of its fifth war patrol as a torpedoman’s mate third class.
Yesterday I looked through a box of old papers which included some of his wartime commendations, letters and a patch of some sort.
I rummaged through the entire box.
I love history so it’s always great when I get to see it up close.
Pappaw never talked with me about his service in the navy, but I’ve heard pieces of the story.
I’ve seen copies of the submarine’s patrol logs online, and I’ve read about its encounter with Shinano.
It is wonderful to remember Pappaw as I knew him, and it’s also wonderful to know there was much more to him than what met my childish eyes.