Memorial Day 2013. Wondering what my life would have been like, if my father hadn’t come back from the war with PTSD. Shell-shocked was one of the things they called it back them. He would wake up screaming in the middle of the night. Eventually his marriage to my mother could not withstand the damage done by the war, and I grew up as a child of a divorced couple when divorce was not fashionable.
Vietnam. Watching the protests. “Hell no, I won’t go” was a frequent comment.
Birthing three sons. Remembering my father’s life – how it was after the war. Remembering the Vietnam protests. Muttering, “Hell no, MINE won’t go” under my breath.
Still confused as to why we dart here there and yonder around the globe to fight on foreign soil while our own country is being invaded. Many troops serve multiple tours of duty on those foreign soils.
I wonder how shell – shocked they are becoming.