Wow, this was an unexpected punch in the gut. I really need to be more careful about what I open up to read on my work breaks.
I love it so much. My dad died in March 2017, the inevitable OD I always knew would come around someday. Knowing that made me exactly zero percent prepared when it actually happened.
Anyway, I am just so amazed at these pieces of your father at your fingertips, and maybe a little jealous. My dad didn’t discuss Vietnam. Not ever.
He just let it eat him slowly from the inside.
It destroyed the man he could have become. It destroyed an entire generation of men who might have achieved a whole different kind of greatness.
My dad and yours sound like they’d have understood each other. It was complicated growing up in the shadow of the Vietnam war, and my dad and I struggled to find a place to meet in the middle. He was a violent drunk, and a clown, and a scholar. He was SO DAMNED smart, even though he wasn’t terribly educated. He taught me to love to read, and he taught me how to fear and love someone at the same time, and it wasn’t roses and sunshine, but damn.
I miss him so much.
Thank you for bringing memories of dads to the front of my brain today. Even at work. :)