For Years, Grandpa Gave Me a Green Plastic Soldier — The Truth Behind It Left Me Stunned

Starting on my eighth birthday, Grandpa Henry began giving me the same strange gift every year — a single green plastic soldier, wrapped in old newspaper, no card, no explanation. “Every army needs a leader,” he’d say with a twinkle in his eye, but never more than that. By the time I was twenty-six, I…

Starting on my eighth birthday, Grandpa Henry began giving me the same strange gift every year — a single green plastic soldier, wrapped in old newspaper, no card, no explanation. “Every army needs a leader,” he’d say with a twinkle in his eye, but never more than that. By the time I was twenty-six, I had eighteen soldiers lined up on my shelf. I thought it was just one of his quirks — until he passed away.