Way Way Back Machine: (Grand)Father's Day
Dad got breakfast at Roscoe's this week, so I'll use this Father's Day for the dead.
Fortunately, unlike Quantum Leap, the way way back machine can go beyond my own lifetime.
My grandfather didn't talk about the war much, definitely never talked about the horrors of war i've read about, the things seen in films, talked about by the dwindling number of survivors.
He did talk about how easy French women were, how seeing the survivors at Buchenwald convinced him, sixty years before I came to the same conclusion, that there was no god. He talked about how the black soldiers were just as good as the white soldiers, a fact I think he might have come to retroactively, after helping to raise li'l old me. He talked about driving for Patton, and the value of cigarettes in a continent ravaged by war.
He also told me about how he acquired his first camera. That story's HERE
Looking back through the photos of his I found after his death, there's little of War. There're snapshots of Europe, of women they met along the way, of German soldiers surrendering, of a concert held for the allied troops at Nuremburg stadium. Of his fellow soldiers. And, though I can't figure out exactly how he came by them, what appear to be two or three shots from a Nazi soldier's camera, of Nazi troops marching in parade formation.
I take a lot of pictures. Do a fair job of documenting my life. But it does make me wonder, knowing how much of my life I don't capture with my camera, what exactly he saw out there. What did he bring back that existed only in his memory.