70 years ago tonight my grandfather was on a ship waiting to go ashore on the island of Okinawa. He celebrated his 19th birthday on that island with a cigarette on top of some type of chocolate cupcake of some sort. He passed last year in may. I'll never forget sitting in the backyard last year and listening to the stories of Okinawa. He did'nt talk about it much before that day and i believe he knew he wasnt doing to well. The stories were brutal and i feel like he went back to that 18 year old kid. Profanity wasnt something i heard him use til that day. I have thought a lot about his life and experiences. Times have really changed. He survived the war got married raised 4 children and owned his own business that flourished. He was stubborn controlling but truly only wanted the best for his family. Been reading about Okinawa for a few hours. My grandfather told me of the flame throwers and the caves and how the japanese troops hated okinawans and they convinced them that the americans were the devil and would rape and kill them all. He spoke of horrible stuff where entire villages ran off the cliffs to their deaths to escape the americans. They called the battle the steel typhoon because of the ferocity. Here's to the greatest generation from every battle throughout Europe and the Pacific island hopping. and heres some amazing info on the battle. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Okinawa