I don't want to remeber.
Usual disclamers. Gundam Wing does not belong to me.
So don't sue me cause you won't get a penny... ...I'm broke.
A teenage girl holds a picture of her grandfather. He has a smile plastered across his face. His brown braid hung in the bullet ridden back round like a banner. His hands where on his hips and his feet where spred apart.
The girl sighs a sigh of defet. Opening a book she gently places it in a pages. Barely minding the other 4 boys in the backround. One with blonde hair rich close, a chinese, a japanese, and a funny short brown haired boy with his bangs in his face.
She places the book on the coffee table She then stands up and goes into the kitchen. There was nothing she could do staring at a picture of the past.
Her grandfather is Duo Maxwell. He fought in the greatest war between the colonys. He never spoke of his war days. The memories to painful to recall. One day he even told her he didn't want a funural or anyone to cry for him for all the pain he has caused.
All she was told was that he was a piolet. Nothing more. Well besides he was a joker. A side she didn't see. What ever he saw was hidden in his ashes spred across a chosen lake.
Whatever happened in the war left him handicaped for life. How much she longed to find out who those people where in the backround.
No one had the answers. Quietly she gives up... For now. One day she'd have the resources to find out who he is. Who those people are, at least contacting the faimly members for answers.
THe End for Now
THis is dedicated to my grandfather Gordan Fleming. I continuesly search for the answers of the past. All I know at the end of WWII he was stationed near or in Japan and he was a phillipean champian boxer. Then he was finially crippled in a tank exsplosion in Kerea
May he rest in peace.
Usual disclamers. Gundam Wing does not belong to me.
So don't sue me cause you won't get a penny... ...I'm broke.
A teenage girl holds a picture of her grandfather. He has a smile plastered across his face. His brown braid hung in the bullet ridden back round like a banner. His hands where on his hips and his feet where spred apart.
The girl sighs a sigh of defet. Opening a book she gently places it in a pages. Barely minding the other 4 boys in the backround. One with blonde hair rich close, a chinese, a japanese, and a funny short brown haired boy with his bangs in his face.
She places the book on the coffee table She then stands up and goes into the kitchen. There was nothing she could do staring at a picture of the past.
Her grandfather is Duo Maxwell. He fought in the greatest war between the colonys. He never spoke of his war days. The memories to painful to recall. One day he even told her he didn't want a funural or anyone to cry for him for all the pain he has caused.
All she was told was that he was a piolet. Nothing more. Well besides he was a joker. A side she didn't see. What ever he saw was hidden in his ashes spred across a chosen lake.
Whatever happened in the war left him handicaped for life. How much she longed to find out who those people where in the backround.
No one had the answers. Quietly she gives up... For now. One day she'd have the resources to find out who he is. Who those people are, at least contacting the faimly members for answers.
THe End for Now
THis is dedicated to my grandfather Gordan Fleming. I continuesly search for the answers of the past. All I know at the end of WWII he was stationed near or in Japan and he was a phillipean champian boxer. Then he was finially crippled in a tank exsplosion in Kerea
May he rest in peace.