A Special WWII Soldier in my Life

April 13, 2015 § 11 Comments

A little dog I met at the beach

Chet was my grandfather without actually being a grandfather. He was there for every event in my life. His generosity was evident at birthdays, Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s Day. He and my grandmother loaded up the car and took us on summer excursions. Many miles were consumed seeking out motels that met my grandmother’s requirements for “clean” and Chet’s determination that the place must have a swimming pool. I loved to swim—he taught me how to dive during one of those trips.

He took us to amusements parks, circuses, museums and baseball games. We even descended beneath the city to visit the dark and creepy yet intriguing world of a working salt mine. I still clearly remember the salty smell and the cave-like surroundings. Walls composed of sparkly salt, eerie yet beautiful at the same time.

We were the only kids in the neighborhood to have a little roller coaster in our backyard thanks to Chet. Friends started showing up in my backyard that I hardly knew. You know the type —they only come around when you have something they want.

As I reflect back, it was not the monetary generosity that mattered most, although that was always evident. It was a deeper, richer generosity. Don Rickles once said the key to a happy life is to surround yourself with people who care. Chet cared. Simple as that. My whole family cared.

Chet passed away twenty-some years ago at age 69 from heart issues that troubled him for several years of his life. Heart issues that I am sure medical science could intervene with easily these days thanks to coronary stents and the plethora of pharmaceuticals that are catapulted at us now. But that wasn’t meant to be for him.

He’d probably be a little embarrassed to be written about. He never did anything extraordinary, he never married, never had children. He quietly fought in WWII and like all the veterans of that war, didn’t expect much for his efforts there and rarely spoke about it.

I found this old photo of him and written on the back in his own writing were the words, “A little dog I met at the Beach, 9-24-42.” I love this photo. It represents what this man was all about—a quiet, unassuming guy, always there if you needed him. A man who wouldn’t hesitate to pick you up, smile, lend a hand, expecting nothing in return.

I wish he could be here now to see what became of us and I wish I had an opportunity to tell him he mattered.

Chet, thank you for being there, for taking part. I think of you often.

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§ 11 Responses to A Special WWII Soldier in my Life

  • ivaberanek says:

    I have an aunt who died 20 odd years ago, who shaped my young life in many ways that she probably didn’t even know at the time. The way you spoke about Chet made me remember her. Actually, today 23 years ago was her funeral – I asked my dad to tell me the date and we found out just recently. I wrote about her recently too, though I framed it as ‘fiction’ as I let my imagination fill in the gaps that I couldn’t fill in with memory. Anyway, yours is a beautiful story. I’m glad I read it.

    • dia says:

      Thank you very much for taking the time to read about Chet. I will check out the post about your aunt. (If only you knew ahead of time how much time you have left with someone.) I feel like I never had the opportunity to say goodbye.

      • ivaberanek says:

        Yes, that is hard, not saying goodbye. Even though it is not the same, you can always write him a letter and say in it what you would tell him. Though this post already is along those lines. The story about my aunt (great aunt in fact but I always just called her aunt) is called Birds on her window.

  • gpcox says:

    You show your honor of Chet with keeping him in our minds. Have you been able to locate anything else on his service?

    • dia says:

      Chet was a great guy! I don’t know too much about his service days except what little he would mention about it from time to time. Like every WWII vet I know, very little was said. Chet did mention being in France– I have been wanting to try to find out more if there is a way to do that. I did add his name to the vets honored at the National WWII museum. Thanks for reading about him.

  • desleyjane says:

    A beautiful post. He sounds like a lovely and loving man.

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