Posted on 07/17/2011 6:22:02 PM PDT by Zakeet
My great uncle was a drill instructor who I sat with every Thursday when Grandma went to bingo. He was dying of cancer and he talked very little of his long career in the service, he entered at 16, little proof of age was required at that time. When he died we met soldiers from every State, he was hated and loved. They hated him during training but as we were told, that training saved the lives of many. Even in battle they heard his commanding voice telling them what to do. I wish that I had asked him to relate his stories of the many lives he touched. I do know that he had ranking equal to a college educated officer, something unheard of. My only excuse is that I was to young to understand his contribution.
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