Wifey just called. Her grandpa is getting CPR as I type. Not that typing helps him...but it helps. Gramps was 16 years old and working as a cowboy in Montana when he lied about his age and joined the Army in WW2. Went to Ranger school. Utah beach on D-Day. Received a medal for crossing a river and going behind enemy lines to direct an artillery strike on a Nazi position. Walked all the way to Berlin, then shipped out to invade Japan. Never fought the Japanese, but hates them even today (even though he was quite proud about how many Japanese girlfriends he had during the occupation). For our wedding, he game my wife and me a silk tapestry he (proudly) looted from a home in Tokyo in 1945. Needless to say, gramps wasn't exactly a warm and fuzzy, PC kind of guy. But a good guy to have on your side if the free world needed saving. No need for prayers. But he might appreciate a raising of a glass tonight.