I lost my dad 5 years ago. He lost his when he was 14. This picture of him (far left) with my grandma and my uncles is something else.
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My uncle Paul passed many years ago. Try to tell me he couldn't have been a movie star. Instead, he went to Vietnam. He returned and was never the same.
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On top of his severe PTSD, he suffered a bad motorcycle crash and lived the rest of his life riddled with paranoia, anxiety disorders, and even the kids at my summer camp knew him as "the crazy guy." They weren't shy about saying that to me either.
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His heart though... it was golden. He finished his life driving long haul. With his meds right, he got by. But I can't help but think of him, his golden heart & his Purple Heart, as I watch veterans getting attacked by people who venerate a draft dodger.
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Like this entitled, platinum-spoon, nepotism-laden, never served anything or anyone but himself, piece of shit right here.
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