drillagent
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When I was a kid, my grandfather used to take me fishing in his 14' alumacraft boat. Legend has it that once grandpa got on the water, little David (me) was the only one who could make grandpa go back in early. During my first tour in Iraq my grandfather, who fought in WWII, fell ill with liver cancer but didn't tell anyone. I came home from Iraq and visited him. Two weeks later he passed away and I received his boat. The very same boat he used to take me fishing in. I'm convinced that he held on until he knew I was safe back home. A little over a year later I went back to Iraq. During a patrol we were engaged by a sniper. Everyone heard the gunshot. Except me. I heard the bullet go by. Which can only mean the sniper was aiming at me. Thanks Grandpa. Now I'm deployed in Afghanistan and my family is back home. IN JOPLIN. The tornado went about 1/2 a block south of my parents house. They received some damage, but the house is intact and everyone is ok. At the other end of town, the tornado when about 2 blocks north of my house where my wife and kids live. Minor damage, but everyone is ok. Everything in all my neighbor's back yards is gone. My fence is gone. The tree in the back yard is split in two. But my grandfather's 14' alumacraft boat is still sitting in the back yard. Scoff at me if you want. Call it what you will. I call it a sign. Thanks for looking out for me, Grandpa.