My dad went to vietnam when he was 19 years old. I think it bruised his soul. There are some things the human mind should never have to comprehend, some things the body can never forget.
He doesn't talk about it. Actually, I guess, I've never asked. I hate to imagine his puppy young eyes absorbing all that rain and mud and blood. The jungles must have seemed like a slow disease that would continue to arrest his and so many other hearts the rest of their lives.....
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