Veterans Day

   "Grandpa, it's Veterans Day. Did you ever fight in the wars?" Abby asked.
   "I did. I fought in Vietnam. Oh, that was the worst two years of my life when I was fighting. I fought from '70 to '72. Boy was I glad when I finally got to come home to Michigan, even though I was wounded. You don't even want to know how many times I had to see someone die," Grandpa sighed in his wheelchair. He had been shot in the leg in Vietnam and it was amputated and he was sent home.
   "Grandpa, why did you go if it was the worst two years of your life?" Abby asked.
   "Abby, I didn't have a choice. I was drafted in to service," Grandpa explained.
   "What does that mean?" Abby's little sister, Violet questioned.
   "What, drafted?" Abby asked her sister.
   "Yup!" Violet screeched.
   "It means I didn't have a choice whether I wanted to go or not," Grandpa answered his granddaughter.
   "Oh, that's too bad, Grandpa. I feel sorry for you," Violet climbed up on his lap.
   "Violet, it's okay," Grandpa said.
   "Will you take me to the park, then?" Violet asked.
   "Why don't you and Abby take ME to the park!" Grandpa laughed.
   "That's right, you can't walk," Violet said.
   "Yeah, Violet. Come on, it's still 60° F out there!" Abby referred to the temperature.

The END
That was my story for the day,
Johanna