hondahawk2

My grandfather served on a landing craft in WW2, the day he heard he might have to help with the invasion of Japan he wrote a will and had it mailed to my grandmother, the US expected millions of casualties.

Funny thing he told me before he passed was that they picked up a monkey on one of the pacific campaigns and it only liked the chef, the monkey was basically the biggest troll ever, he would ask for food and then slap you because the chef taught him that, he would roam around during my grandfathers sleeping hours and make a roar sound just to wake everyone up. There was a scuffle involved onboard when everyone got fed up with the monkey and they wanted to toss it overboard but it was decided that it had to stay in the kitchen of the craft, which in turn hurt everyone because it would just fuck around and destroy things.

Did agent orange have to do anything with your inability to walk?

Sadly I wasn't able to extract many stories of his war years, he passed away last year and he did not like to talk about it much because he had some rough times in the Pacific. I wish I could have drank beers with him and heard more.

Edit: maybe my father has more stories, I'll have to ask him.