how kewl is that.
my grandfather didn’t live long enough for the moon landing....
He was a cook on a wagon train;(still have the pictures of him in his cowboy gear)
He chased Villa with Pershing;
He was in WW1 and suffered from the effects of mustard gas.
He was a hell-on-wheels Irishman - 5 foot nuthin, weighed a hundred and nothing and everybody called him “Mr.” or “Sir”.
Was working for the “real” Mayor Daley when he dropped dead from a heart attack.
I don’t think too many of the likes of those guys will come along again anytime soon...
Smokin, drinkin, eatin whatever, turn 50 and the heart explodes. Cuts down on the excess man supply.
Nice story. I had a great-uncle who chased Poncho Villa.
How old was he when he died?