Childish Essays by C. Randall Nicholson
Stuff too short, mostly, to justify typing out and putting on separate pages.
Great-Grandpa (Russell) Jensen
I hesitated to post this, but I opted to do so with a few disclaimers. 1) The flippant smart-aleck tone of the whole thing makes me cringe so much I can barely read it and want to punch my younger self, but what do I know, maybe it's cute. 2) I'm not sure, all these years later, how accurate it is - I now know, for example, that he fought the Japanese, not the Nazis. At that tender and stupid age I probably didn't even know there were bad guys in World War II besides the Nazis. So apparently I took an unknown number of creative liberties. 3) I apologize for the insensitive remark toward veterans with PTSD. I was very ignorant back then. 4) I apologize for the fallacy of presentism toward racist people in the 1940s. I was very ignorant back then. When I wrote this, I mean, not in the 1940s.
Follow-up: Before his death in April 2016 he did receive the Bronze Star he had earned, but not the Purple Heart.