Still Shouting; Still Random

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Obligatory Veteran’s Day Story

Both of my grandfathers were in WWII; one was a Sargeant in Normandy, and the other one was stationed at Pearl Harbor at the time of the attack.

Grandpa Earl had been sent inland to pick up a parcel and the attack happened when he was away from base. I found out about it from a photograph showing him holding a parcel with a giant black cloud rising in the distance.

When I hear a story like that, I’m reluctant to say “God was with him”. That implies that God was not with the servicemen who died, that somehow my grandfather’s luck was a sign from God that he should live while others died. I DO wonder about the power of coincidence though; whether the things like this are just dumb luck or are somehow connected to something else.

Beats the bejeezus out of me. But, thank you, grandpas.

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