He's a Patriot and a fighter. He snuck into the military to serve his country even after they told him he was too small to be any use to his country. Determined to be of service to his country, that night he sat down and ate his weight in bananas. The next day he weighed in just barely making the weight requirement to enlist. To this day he will not even look at a banana.

He didn't just fight for his country, he also fought for what's right. While in the war, three of his team were pinned down in a rice field, at the bottom of a valley, surrounded by the enemy. His commanding officer ordered him to leave them there because they were as good as dead anyway. My grandfather promptly told his commanding officer where he could go and went in after them. He crawled on his hands and knees and one by one, got all three of those men out of there. Two survived, the third was already dead and buried later.

Lastly, he's a survivor. For years he has been fighting his own heart to stay alive. Every other time I go to see him he's in the hospital with some doctor telling him he's not going to make it or that he'll be in bed for the rest of his life. But every time he pulls through and keeps on going.

My grandfather has taught me that a real man fights for what he believes in. A real man fights for what's right. A real man Never gives up and Never gives in.