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By Lisa Amaya
One of my Grandpa Fernando’s proudest moments in life was joining the United States Army in 1954. He knew he wanted to join when he was still an ROTC student at Thomas Jefferson High School in central El Paso, Texas. El Paso is a border town 45 minutes away from Ciudad Juarez, Mexico and Las Cruces, New Mexico.
Eighty-two percent of El Paso’s population is Hispanic. I know my Grandpa is proud of his military service because he often tells me and my 11-year-old son Jacob his stories. Even though it’s always the same stories, we never get tired of hearing them.
Since my grandfather taught Jacob how to ride a bike and takes him around town on the city bus, my son looks up to him a lot. A few years ago, Grandpa fell off his bike while they were riding together. He hurt his foot and needed surgery. Despite this, he still goes out on his bike…
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