|This is the photo taken of my grandfather before he left for France.|
Grandpa had experienced the worst of the war, the most horrible carnage, unimaginable to those at home. As a skilled hunter and sharp shooter, Grandpa Cardiff (his father called him "Sam"), and another farmer like himself were assigned to scout behind enemy lines.
They were on the run, sleeping in barns and ditches, and making their way back to deliver information about the enemy troops.
The things he saw, the things he had to do scarred him forever.
Shortly before he died, Grandpa told my brother some of those things. Horrible things he witnessed the Germans, taking a baby, bayoneting it. and tossing up to be speared by another soldier.
The major battles, Saint Mihiel and Meuse-Argonne, were and forever would be etched into his mind.**
|Caroline Marie Shive with her mother and Aunt Daisy. Wearing a new dress ,. Graduation from 8th grade? Leaving home to be a home helper for a cousin. Twist of fate.|
Barely 18 then, Grandma decided that she needed to be on that road just when he went by. They waved at each other for days. Then he stopped and talked for a few minutes.
|My grandfather was a farmer before and after WW1. He suffered lung damage from the toxic gas used in war.|
|This was Grandpa and Grandma Cardiff's home.|