"Say, that’s no good!"
Robert G. Geist was my grandfather, and he got in a pretty gnarly automobile accident in Guam that got him discharged from the marine corps. He was sent home, and he then made a family that eventually spawned me.
The accident killed one man and mashed up another fellow, so my grandpa was mighty lucky to only get two big slices on his arm and his leg. Say, the butterfly effect is a crazy thing. One little accident and I wouldn’t even be here.
Anyways, I thought this thing was fascinating. It’s a tangible, legible piece of my family history that makes WWII, my grandfather, and well, all of time more real. It’s just beyond everything.