Here's my thanks to all the vets who served the U.S., especially those who died.
Let us also not forget to honor those who served and are still alive. Many of them are still carrying the wounds they got, and the memories and nightmares from their fighting days.
In my old apartment, the new owner hired a caretaker who was a WWII vet. He stayed alone in a little unit on the first floor. No relatives I ever saw. Many was the night when I'd come in late, after he'd gone to bed. As I passed his place on the way to the stairs, I'd hear him yelling in his sleep because of some terror that had thrust itself to the top of his mind.
Several of the tenants had trouble with this, thinking he was just an old alcoholic. I wouldn't have known myself if the owner hadn't filled me in. Eventually they put him out. Sure hope he landed on his feet. God be with you, Arnold.
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