All my life this man was the embodiment of Norman Rockwell wholesomeness. It was over 20 years after he passed away of old age that I learned he woke up screaming several times a week from night terrors, even into his late 70s. He was a Marine Corps F4U pilot in WW2 Pacific, then squadron commander in Korea. I'm old enough that "body count" means bodies you've stacked instead of fucked, and his body count must have been in the thousands, since his job was to bomb and strafe large groups of men all day every day for years at a time.

    When he learned his son had let his Viet Nam college deferrment lapse, he dropped what he was doing, drove to the campus, pulled his son from class, and dragged him to the admin office to do the paperwork. It was lunch time, and the admin office was closed, so he beat on the glass until they opened up and let him in. Not quite understanding what all the fuss was about, my uncle asked him what the big deal was. "Son, I've killed enough for our country for the both of us."

    I'm glad he's no longer alive to see what became of the country that gave him so much, and that he gave so much to.

    by FantasticBoot6219

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    1. SugardustSnooze on

      I’ve killed enough for our country for the both of us is one of the heaviest sentences I’ve ever read. That’s a man who knew exactly what war takes

    2. You’re glad he didn’t see the most peaceful time in world history so far, when people aren’t expected to kill indiscriminately by the thousands?

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