I’d like to take a second to say “thanks” to all of our Veterans – especially my great-granfather, Abe Wunsh. Granpa (that’s how you say it in the North) Abe passed about 4 year ago, but not before he shared some stories from serving in WWII. Here are a few highlights:
He got shot in the middle of a battle while using a latrine, he felt something sting, but didn’t realize he had taken a shot to the butt. 25 years later, they found the bullet in his rear during an x-ray for another surgery.
Granpa Abe and another man in his division comandeered a German truck, but when more allied troops found them, they were arrested for a few hours until they could prove they were American.
He was once in a fox hole and had a German mortar fall at his feet, only it didn’t explode.
My Grandfather spoke “Jewish German,” and he actually came into Germany a few weeks after American troops liberated Jews from the Concentration camps. He spoke with many of the men who had been in the camps and heard the stories from them of what happened in the camps… he wouldn’t dare repeat any of them to us.
Today, I get to share those stories with you without any perspective on what it was like to be there in those times, serving his nation like he did. I’m so proud of him and the countless others who have sacrificed for us to have our freedom.