Remembering John Louis Mornan by Zoe Mornan
Life is a very precious gift, and some don’t realize it until it’s gone. My grandfather, known simply as Papa, was a precious soul that in my opinion was taken too soon.
He was born on September 28, 1936, and he died at the age of 82 on March 29, 2019. Honestly if you were to meet my Papa, it would be hard for you to just hold a conversation, because he had a certain sense of humor that only a few people understand. But if you can get past that, he is a kind, loving soul that cared about his family. I could sit and talk to him all day, everyday, and not get bored. He had so many stories, that I would give anything in the world to just hear them again.
John grew up in the Bronx just a few blocks away from the Yankee Stadium where he started smoking at the ripe old age of nine. He met my grandmother, Yetta, in Warner Robbins, Georgia in the early 70s. Then ended up have three kids. When he lived in Orlando, Florida, with his family, he worked for Lockheed Martin, which is a military contractor that primarily deals with weapons and aerospace technology.
Lets jump back to earlier on in his life. He was a part of both the Army and the Air force. He lied about his age to get into the Army when he was younger. He was stationed all over the Middle East and Europe. I can not confirm on deny that he was a part of the CIA. The first Gulf War introduced a lot of new technology, and John worked on some of the main key components. He worked on the Patriot Missile, the Stealth Fighter, and the Apache Helicopter.
One day when my grandfather was working at a gas station, he heard some men talking in a “coded foreign language” that he knew from working with the military. He turned them in to the cops and come to find out they were terrorists.
I still will always remember the day that he picked me up from daycare when I was about four or five. We were on the way back to his house; we were listening to a talk show on the radio, and then he stopped in the middle of the road. I looked up and there was a baby black bear sitting in the road. I flipped out and started screaming, and he just sat there quietly and laughed at me. Remembering this, I can now laugh too, because there was not need for me to freak out, because everything was under control.
My Papa will be missed very much by all of his family. When I look back on his life, it is crazy to think, “Wow! That’s my grandfather!”
There are so many secrets memories that every human holds. It blows my mind to think that I don’t know everything he did. But in conclusion, this is John Louis Mornan.
He was a very strong, brave man.