My hero

If i had to describe anyone as my hero it would probably have to be my grandfather, John McCullough. He flew fighter planes in World War II for the RCAF. I believe he was 17 or 18 when he enlisted. At that age, i would have been to terrified or immature to serve my country like he did. I feel enlisting in itself would be a hard thing to do at any age. My grandfather flew Hurricane fighters in Europe for his first term overseas. He was given leave but instead he volunteered to fly Typhoon bombers instead because the RCAF needed experienced pilots. He was shot down during one of his missions and managed to crash land his plane. He spent so time hiding in farms in the area until some German soldiers found him and took him to  POW camp. He eventually escaped the camp when English soldiers posing as Germans offered to drive him to another camp. I'm unsure of the details surrounding his escape but with all the stroies I've been told i think the Englishmen posing as Germans is consistent. To be honest, I only know the general story about my grandfather's actions during the war. He never really talked about it. What I've learned came from the stories my mother told me when i was younger and i feel she may have glossed over a couple details because of my age. One of my biggest regrets was that I never actually asked him about the war because i was afraid of upsetting him. I feel i could have learned a lot. Thats not to say I haven't learned a lot from my grandfather. He was the one who taught me how to ride a bike and he always encouraged my reading by making jokes about the amount of book I would bring when i came to visit. I learned a lot from my grandpa and am honoured that I had a chance to spend so much time with such a wonderful person.