My grandfather was an Irish kid from Dorchester who was a Navy vet in the war and who after the war was the personal driver for any of the Kennedys when they campaigned in Massachusetts or Rhode Island. Fast forward 40ish years and I’m struggling, having got out of the Army myself and waiting 500+ days for my disability claim to be processed. My grandfather caught wind of this and, pushing 80, he made the hour long drive into Boston by himself to Sen. Kennedys office. He slammed the large stack of Kennedy thank you letters on the table and refused to leave until my case was fixed. I shit you not, money was in my account a week later. Miss that guy!