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Family, friends, classmates. Think of them often, how much I miss them, how much they have missed.
My uncle was killed in the Battle of the Bulge. Never got to meet the man, but I hear he was a good man. 2 other uncles could never quite get themselves together after the war, 1 committed suicide, the other died a pauper at the VA hospital in Leavenworth. 3 other uncles and my dad were sort of ok. I mostly do not hate anyone or anything, but tell me you're a neo Nazi, and I will give you a look of hatred that will burn right through you.
My father made it back from Europe, thank the Lord. He served in the 333rd Infantry Division. I still raise his flag that flew over his headquarters on the holidays. 48 stars, 13 stripes, faded, but full of history and honor. Thanks dad and all who serve.
My father picked up dead bodies after combat in the Korean War. I was not born until years later, but people who had known him before he went overseas said he was not the same when he came home. The only thing he ever said about the experience was once he tried to pick up a soldier's body and the head fell off. Veterans just didn't talk about what they saw as much as they do now. God Bless our Veterans and Thank you for defending our Country.
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