Part of the fun in researching a family's history is finding little bits, or maybe a lot, of the personality or character of an ancestor. Though I knew my grandfather for 21 years, I never had a chance, or even an interest, to ask him about his World War I experiences. I had read his memoirs as a young adult, and I thought I had a strong sense of who he was. However, I was unprepared for my reaction when I found "pieces" of his experience in his 1918 Army trunk. There were many "momentos," from his time in France and the Battle of Verdun. I will share them as I find them. Among them, lying there at the bottom of the trunk, was a helmet, battered and unlovely. I picked it up and studied it, trying to imagine my dignified elderly grandfather (Papa) wearing it, and more significantly needing it.