{"id":91,"date":"2009-11-11T10:15:00","date_gmt":"2009-11-11T10:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.beliefnet.com\/omeoflittlefaith\/2009\/11\/a-veterans-day-post-meeting-paw-paw.html"},"modified":"2009-11-11T10:15:00","modified_gmt":"2009-11-11T10:15:00","slug":"a-veterans-day-post-meeting-paw-paw","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beliefnet.com\/columnists\/omeoflittlefaith\/2009\/11\/a-veterans-day-post-meeting-paw-paw.html","title":{"rendered":"A Veterans Day Post: Meeting Paw-Paw"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today is Veteran’s Day. <\/span>The veterans in my family include my wife’s grandparents (Eddie & Sunny Storseth), both of whom served as officers in the Navy; my maternal grandfather, John E. Brown, who served in the military police for the Marines; and my paternal grandfather, John Boyett, who became a Nazi prisoner-of-war during World War II.<\/p>\n

I posted this last year on Veteran’s Day<\/a>, but in honor of the veterans in my family I’m going to re-run it today.<\/p>\n

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<\/b><\/p>\n

The Day I Met Paw-Paw<\/b>
A vintage WWII bomber, a harrowing story, and a new perspective …<\/i> <\/p>\n

When I was a kid, I thought I knew my grandfather. His name was John Boyett, but we called him “Paw-Paw.” He had a broad nose and a neck crisscrossed with wrinkles. He smelled like a blend of the minty Copenhagen he dipped and the sawdust of his workshop. He built stuff, and had all kinds of tools. He watched \u201cThe Today Show\u201d during breakfast and listened to Paul Harvey at lunch and always made us grilled ham-and-cheese sandwiches. He sang a barrel-deep bass. <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>I thought I knew Paw-Paw, until I went to an air show with him when I was 12. One of the aircraft on display was an old, World War II-era B-17 Bomber, the legendary \u201cflying fortress.\u201d It was open for viewing, so Paw-Paw took me aboard. As we climbed inside, he began to tell me about the plane: where the bombs were stored and how they were released, where the guns were stationed and the size of the bullets, what kinds of missions the planes flew and in what theaters. I was impressed. He knew a lot about this airplane. <\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you know all this stuff?\u201d I asked from the back of the fuselage. <\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I was sitting right about where you are when we got shot down.\u201d My eyes grew as wide as Paw-Paw\u2019s nose, but he kept talking. <\/p>\n

\u201cThe wings caught fire, and the heat was about to weld the door shut. I couldn\u2019t see anything because of the smoke. So I backed up right there”–he pointed to the fuselage wall opposite the hatch through which we\u2019d just entered–“and I jumped at the door with both feet. Went right through and started falling until I remembered to open my parachute.\u201d Then his voice dropped an octave. \u201cMost of my buddies died.\u201d <\/p>\n

\u201cWere you hurt?\u201d I asked. He lifted a pants leg to show me a cluster of pock-marked scars. \u201cGot hit by some shrapnel,\u201d he said. I had to ask what \u201cshrapnel\u201d was. <\/p>\n

Before long, I\u2019d heard most of the story–at least, the parts he wanted to tell me. Based in Italy, my granddad was on one of his last bombing runs as a 21-year-old side-gunner and flight engineer on the B-17, when his plane encountered enemy fire over Austria. After reluctantly bailing from his post–and his plane-he parachuted directly into Nazi territory. Paw-Paw ended up in a succession of German prisoner-of-war camps. He spent more than a year in captivity, subsisting on watery \u201cstew\u201d and thinking he\u2019d never see his family again. He held on mentally by reading and rereading a bundle of letters from his bride and my grandmother, Mary Ellen, whom he\u2019d left behind in Hollis, Oklahoma. <\/p>\n

His escape came as suddenly as his capture. Paw-Paw and a number of other prisoners were eventually herded out of the camp and forced into a cross-country trek at the end of winter, in temperatures so cold he had to set fire to his precious letters to keep his fingers from freezing. \u201cIt was intended to be our death march,\u201d he told me. After months of marching over nearly 500 miles, the captors and prisoners neared the Germany-Poland border. Without warning, a Jeep crested the hill ahead of them, driven by a British colonel who\u2019d become lost and accidentally veered into enemy territory. Paw-Paw\u2019s German guards assumed it was the lead vehicle in an Allied assault, and they fled. The prisoners stood there stunned, alone and shivering. They had stumbled into freedom, liberated by a Brit\u2019s bad navigation. <\/p>\n

I thought I knew Paw-Paw until I heard him tell this story inside the hollow shell of a vintage airplane. His version is usually punctuated with much greater detail, buttressed by self-deprecating humor and, occasionally, some sadness. He tells it rarely. It\u2019s a powerful story, but a difficult one–he didn\u2019t speak of those events at all until many years after the war. I realize now there is much I don\u2019t know about my grandfather. The man I do know was made during those months as a POW, during that march, upon that liberation. To know Paw-Paw is to know his story. <\/p>\n

In recent months, he has confessed to our family that he never really knew why God let him survive that flight, or those months in the Stalag, or the death march. At least, he didn\u2019t know until his kids grew up. Then my generation arrived–my brother and sister and me, and our cousins. My brother runs an apartment ministry<\/a>. My sister worked for Young Life. One cousin is a teacher. The others are doting fathers and husbands. Had Paw-Paw died in the war? We\u2019d never have existed. \u201cIt\u2019s for you kids,\u201d he tells us, his voice breaking with emotion. \u201cThat\u2019s why I survived. So you guys can be here. And for them, too.\u201d He nods toward our sons and daughters. His great-grandchildren, full of promise and potential. <\/p>\n

In his mind, we\u2019re here–all of us–to change the world he helped save in World War II. We\u2019re here to show love. To live lives of compassion. To raise our families and communicate truths and impact the places where we\u2019ve ended up. We\u2019re here because Paw-Paw survived. And because I know his story, I continually ask myself if I\u2019m measuring up. Like the elderly title character at the end of \u201cSaving Private Ryan,\u201d I see my granddad and I wonder: Was I worth it? Am I good enough? Is my life worthy of his sacrifices? Is who I am worthy of his amazing survival? Does the legacy I\u2019m creating justify the legacy he left me? <\/span><\/p>\n

If the answer to any of those is \u201cno,\u201d then things need to change. When I first heard his story, Paw-Paw changed. Every time I reflect upon it, I change.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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