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I grew older, served on active duty and met soldiers returning from Vietnam,

I began to acknowledge without understanding; the terror my father must

have experienced while serving in World War Two.

Much later in life, I would take my son to meet his grandfather for the first
time. My father was reportedly on his death bed in the John J. Pershing VA
Medical Center, in Poplar Bluff, Missouri. It was not an enjoyable visit for

any of us. My father denied my existence and by extension, his grandson as
well.

My Maternal Grandfather, my brother behind him,
me; my father in the white T-shirt
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