One of the biggest mistakes I made in my entire life was asking my dad if he killed anyone in Vietnam..I was probably 13 years old...He looked at me with a hollow stare and left...
About a week later he sat my brother and I down with a box that had pictures with his handwriting on them..."VC we shot", I can close my eyes and still see that picture...He didn't say much, just simple stuff like the stories you hear about getting hurt you go home, not true...He was shot in the chest with small caliber arms fire..Lived to go back to war...
He would give anyone his last dollar, the shirt off his back and can still work most 20 year olds under the table at 67...
But it is not Memorial day I owe my dad to, That's Veterans Day...It is the men that I watched him cry for in Washington DC as they stenciled their name on a piece of paper from the wall...As well as all the other men and women that died for OUR country...
