My grandfather, Posey Crisp, proudly served in WWII. I remember when I was a kid he'd talk shit to me in Italian. He was a tough old farmer and body man for a local dealership in Andrews, NC. He died about 9 years ago, but luckily, when I was a freshman in college, I got to hear his stories for a paper I had to write in English 101. Godspeed Pepaw.

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