My grandfather died peacefully in his sleep 2 days ago. 91 years old. My grandma has her work cut out. My grandfather was a WW2 vet, serving in thew 20th Armored Division. He earned his CIB in Europe and was slated to invade Japan. He was my biggest influence during my formative years. He taught me how to fix cars, shoot a rifle, use a knife, and fish. He's the man who had the biggest influence in my joining the Army. He lived a very humble life and chose not to have a funeral or get together or anything. IMHO, I feel "we" have lost one of the greatest generation. Godspeed, Charles Albertini.