Grandad won't talk about the war

Grandad won't talk about the war
Not a word
Not even a flicker given away in his eyes
The subject is closed
And so is his mind

Grandad won't talk about the war
Not a word
He laughs and jokes, perhaps too much
The happiest soul
So one would think

Grandad won't talk about the war
Not a word
Not even for my school project 
He just winked and said 
You'll work it out

Grandad won't talk about the war
Not a word
Not even for the family tree research
Which in my late twenties
Suddenly seemed important to me

Grandad won't talk about the war
Not a word
Because he finally found peace
The words are gone
But the legacy lives on