When I began this project, I immediately thought of my grandfather, Richard Rebman. He had always been one to tell a good story, and after being in World War II, I knew that he would provide me with a colorful paper. But as I sat listening to the wealth of life flow from his wise lips, cracked with the suffering and smiles of ninety years, I knew that he, and not the war, would be the topic of my essay. During his life, my grandpa fought through many unspoken hardships. He lost his first daughter at the age of fourteen to leukemia. Years later the same dieses took his wife. He has also watched his parents, brothers and sisters fall to death. Now, he has been diagnosed with heart failure and there is nothing that any doctors can do. But despite the pain, he still carries with him a twinkle in his eye and a smile in his heart. As I sat listening I learned what lead up to the war. And now, after ninety years of life, good and bad, a little of what makes him tick.
             "So, can I interview you?" I said. I knew what the answer would be, but I felt I should ask anyway, just to be polite. After I warned him of the poor quality of my questions, he assured me that they were wonderful and we began. In reality, my first question was horrible but I proceeded, very glad that I did. "So, what was life like growing up?"
             "Well, I was born in Oklahoma. Growing up, life was kind of rough, we were poor; didn't have very much money. I can remember when I graduated from high school. It was in 1929 and that was a bad time financially. My folks couldn't buy me a new suit, so they got a second-hand suit. I was so ashamed of it." I smiled and nodded. It was hard to think of this strong, sure man being embarrassed. "The pants were..you could hardly get them on over your feet, they were so tight-legged." With this he lifted his legs up to illustrate. I burst out laughing. He was such a sight, ninety and so flexible! He laughed ...