Sanguine Tenacious Tidings

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Veterans Day. Write about a veteran.



My dad was a veteran. He was enlisted late in WWII. He was just finishing boot camp and was assigned to drive Tanks. He broke his leg playing baseball during boot camp and never actually saw any action. It seemed to have an influence on the way he saw life.

My first husband was a staff sergeant in the Airforce. He spent two years in Vietnam. He was a sheet metal specialist. When Airplanes fly air pressure pops the rivets that hold sheet metal on the aircraft. Every aircraft has to be inspected every time it goes into the air for possible problems caused by flying. The experience of war causes changes in the way people think. I now believe he was experiencing PTSD when he returned but, it was not a big news thing then. He died in an automobile accident.

Both Richard and my dad were peace loving men who would always help someone they saw needed help. Quiet people with common sense. War is not worth what happens to the people who experience it.