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My father was a CB in Vietnam and served two consecutive tours. He told me he had difficulty trying to cope once he came back home... so he volunteered for a second tour. At that time my mom had just given birth to their first child.
That child, my brother, died in a tragic accident in 1986. Dad told me last month through tears that he thinks more frequently of Nam than he does of his lost son. He feels terrible guilt about that. Dad rarely speaks of Vietnam but when he shares with me I feel honored.
I am so proud of my Dad and all of those who served.
You will not be forgotten.
That child, my brother, died in a tragic accident in 1986. Dad told me last month through tears that he thinks more frequently of Nam than he does of his lost son. He feels terrible guilt about that. Dad rarely speaks of Vietnam but when he shares with me I feel honored.
I am so proud of my Dad and all of those who served.
You will not be forgotten.