My act for this Remembrance Day is not directed toward someone who lost their life in combat, but who was shaped by it and by the deaths they witnessed. It is directed toward my mother’s father, or “Pop-Pop” as we called him. His real name is Jacob, and it’s from him I get my middle name.
Pop-Pop was writing a brief memoir when he died in 1990. He fought in WWII and helped topple German fascism. Today, I hand-copied his typed memoir from dot matrix printer paper, as an act of memory and love.