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Read moreI never knew my grandparents on my mother's side, nor some of her older siblings. They were deceased before I was born. Uncle Andy Williams was one of two of mom's brothers whom I got to know well. I kind of looked up to Uncle Andy as a hero because he fought in World War I, called the First World War, the Great War, and called, The War To End all Wars. He was probably the only WWI veteran I ever knew personally, and he was willing to talk about his days in the U.S. Army back then, in 1914 to 1918. He had lots of stories to tell. Andy Williams was born in 1888. He was not a very big man, but he stood high in this nephew's eyes. He was a couple of inches short of six feet tall and probably weighed about 160 pounds. He had a thick mat of long, unkempt, iron grey hair. Giving him the look of an Australian aborigine or somewhat like the professor in the "Back to the future" movie. His was a rugged, manly guy with the look of a person used to being outdoors.
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