Wednesday, November 12, 2014

The country celebrated Veteren's Day yesterday and I constantly thought about my Vietnam army vet father. He used to talk to me about his time in the war. Not often, but sometimes. Told me that his job was to collect dead bodies of other soldiers. Sometimes the bodies would split in his arms when he picked them up. You don't get over something like that. You just don't. I don't think he did either.

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