I have the privilege of following this #JeepStory
on FB. We will slowly teach @jeffmswanson
the ropes of IG... until then... here's a piece of #JeepHistory
in the making.
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This beautiful sphere of rock and water that we call Earth may be huge from our relatively small perspective...but the human existence that we call our "world" can become very small every now and then.
This photo shows the original steering wheel from a 1942 US Army Jeep...and I found out something about the subject of this shot yesterday that reminded me just how small the world can actually be...but first, a touch of backstory... I have a trifecta of heroes who gave me my last name. My father, his younger brother and my grandfather. They aren't perfect human beings but they were (and still are) the men who I went to for advice and answers, and even though I often thought they were living in another solar system...at the age of forty-six I feel the need to confess that they were right about damn near everything they told me...and that is a tough confession for me to make.
My PaPa passed away last year, and his birthday was a couple of days ago, so he has been on my mind, and so has this Jeep. Why this particular Jeep? Because my uncle is restoring it to original condition in memory of his dad. Windal Swanson drove a Jeep just like this one during the Battle of the Bulge in WWII. The son of a Burley tobacco farmer from North Carolina had a death grip on the wheel of a Jeep just like this one when a Nazi mortar round met the front bumper of his machine as it charged wide-open through a frozen forest in Belgium, instantly flipping the Jeep and it's occupants into the air and landing on top of them...trapping them between the snow-covered ground of a foreign continent and the cold steel of a marvel of American engineering. My grandfather made it out from underneath that Jeep, and eventually made it back home, married, had children, and eventually had his first grandchild... me <continued in comments>