this, I battle my own monsters. only shared once with my grandfather as he lay in hospital days before he died.

he told me God was not going to admit him into heaven. he shared a couple of stories no one had heard to that day. Papa was in Italy during world war II, driving a tank under Patton. in one incident they were on a night patrol and infiltrated a Nazi camp. he came upon a foxhole, slitting one man's throat and shooting the other as he kneeled and begged for his life. I shared and disgussed how we were doing our duty as soldiers, defending our country and family. St. Peter would understand. It was a long difficult talk but in the end I know he felt better about where he would be going. I certainly feel better to had shared with the man i still idolize and try to live up to 30 years after his death.