My grandfather was a man of few words, his height and texture was similar to that of a refrigerator of the 50 ', it is noteworthy that his body was full of wounds. One day, I told my short 7-year-old "Grandfather, And that scar on his back?", To those of many that I was referring to, it was one in the form of a marble. He very seriously sat me down and said "That was a war wound ... I was in World War II."
After that my eyes lit up and I was stupid listening to half an hour of a fantastic story of how he, along with his squad took Omaha beach, Caen and a thousand French towns more. I was impressed and proud to have a veteran in my family, since they were all common office workers. But, he ended with the magic word "Do not go to say anything to your parents", AND THAT WAS. 8 years later, when I just turned 15 years old. There was an exhibition in the high school of our family hero. And they guessed, I carried a speech dedicated to my grandfather and his great action in World War II.
The auditorium was full, between parents, students and teachers, the truth was nervous, but I was sure that I would receive standing ovations and a medal from the President for such a great family anecdote. They passed 9 in front of me, they all talked about their parents with common lives, in common jobs. The only one who managed to impress all the students was Francesco and his father, a policeman who had arrested an organized gang last week. But NO ONE, I had a veteran grandfather ... NO ONE. When I get on the stage, the first thing I see is my parents filming my death.
My father was the only one who knew what my job was about. And as you know, he knew the story but nevertheless let me throw myself off the cliff. With a thick voice, front raised and chest full of pride I said "My work is dedicated to my grandfather ... a veteran of World War II", the room was in sepulchral silence, nobody said anything, my mother at that moment left filming and I look at myself with a deathly face. However, I continued with 5 minutes of fantastic stories that NEVER HAPPENED. When I go to the part where my grandfather heroically takes St Lō,
he enters nothing more and nothing less than the honored one. I announced it with drums and cymbals, to which he shouts from behind "Son, this was a joke, it's hurt I did it in a cockfight hahaha. Get out of there and let's eat ice cream ... " Come down with disappointment, everyone laughed at me. But at the end of the day I win an ice cream ... And a shame for life.
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