Arvatavasti kõige huvitavam asi, mis minu vanaisaga sõja ajal juhtus, oli üks pommitamine. Vanaisa viidi pommivarjendisse, nii et temaga midagi ei juhtunud. Pärast seda läks ta aga oma sõpradega välja pommikilde otsima. Seal sattusid nad peale lõhkemata pommile ning üks tema sõpradest otsustas seda näppima minna. Selle peale pomm plahvatas ning vanaisa sõber sai surma.
Teine sõjalugu pole õnneks nii kurva lõpuga. Parajasti siis, kui käis võimude vahetus ning keegi ei teadnud, mis toimub, käisid inimesed ladusid rüüstamas. Saadeti siis ka minu vanaisa midagi kasulikku tooma. Kasuisa tahtis alkoholi ning ema tahtis majapidamistarbeid. Vanaisa leidiski laost paar seepi ning paar pudelit veini ja endale komme. Aga just siis kui ta oli laost väljumas, tulid püssidega tsiviilriietes mehed, lasid ühe hoiatuspaugu õhku ning käskisid kõikidel varastatud kraam ära panna ja laiali minna. Lasu peale vanaisa ehmatas ning veinipudelid ja kommikarbid kukkusid maha. Esimesel võimalusel jooksis ta tagasi koju ning sai saagiks ainult seepi.
Rohkem sõjalugusid mu vanaisal ei ole, sest ta saadeti sõja eest ära maale.


Probably the most interesting thing that happened to grandpa during the war, was a bombing. My grandpa was taken to a bombshelter, so nothing happened to him. But after that he went outside with friends, looking for pieces of exploded bombs. There they found a bomb that had not exploded and one of his friends decided to touch it. That made the bomb explode and my grandpas friend died.
The other war story isn't luckily with such a morbid ending. During the time in between the change of the powers and nobody knew what was going on, people went to loot the warehouses. So my grndpa was also sent to bring home something useful. His stepfather wanted alchohol and his mom wanted household goods. My grandpa found a couple of bars of soap and couple of bottles of wine and candy for himself. But just when he was leaving the warehouse came in gunmen in civilian clothes, fired a warningshot in the air and ordered everyone to put away the stolen things and leave. The gunshot startled my grandpa and he dropped the winebottles and candyboxes. At the first chance he ran back home and got only soap out of the whole ordeal.
My grandpa doesn't have any more war stories than these two, because he was sent to the country away from the war.