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My great grandfather kept a silver plated sword that the army gifted him after serving in it, this sword was never meant to be used but it was a very good looking one, it had the grip and guard in a golden color and the blade was silver as I mentioned above. It was hanging on the wall of his apartment, to be more specific; entering the TV room you just had to look left and there it was. Also, that wall was full of pictures of his family. It was always in the same place and every time we visited he would tell us stories of his time serving the military, I was very small so I would forget almost instantly, and I still don’t remember.  Although he served very small time (20 years approximately), every day we went there he repeated that the sword was with him because he was made a captain of the army when he was young. It was a very old sword, by the time I discovered it, probably could not cut thru anything and maybe had a little bit of rust within it. Time passed, 6 months, 3 years, 5 years, he still had the sword in the same position and with the same photos of his great grand kids by its side (maybe he had it there since he lived there), always clean, not a single particle of dust insight; maybe because it was inside a crystal or maybe because someone cleaned it for him. Although I forgot the stories he told me, that sword always made me remember that he served my country and that I had someone in my family that was a soldier for a long time, something that made me proud of him. I never touched that sword; it was always too far up for my reach or was forbidden, maybe it did cut and was dangerous but it didn’t seem that way to me.  After my great grand father passed away just before, this summer, he left his sword to my grand father, but this time it wasn’t hanging on a wall, it was just sitting there in a table; I did not have the urge to hold it anymore, it looked so small now. And now that I’m older it does not look so special anymore but I will always remember the sword and the history of how my great grand father did something for Mexico.