My Uncle Kemble died in World War II.
My Uncle Bud survived but was shot with a machine gun. He showed me the scars once.
My father Jack was a naval officer in the Pacific.
My brother Kent was in Vietnam.
So was I, two years later.
My friend Jocko came home from Vietnam only to die from an exotic form of cancer. I have always suspected Agent Orange exposure.
It seems to go on and on.
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