reply to post by Ghandi
My Dad was a Vietnam Veteran, I was born in 1980 and by that time he already was an alcoholic and had a very bad anger problem, he died in 2002 after
suffering his last of many strokes, he was put into a nursing home at the age of 53 because he was having so many problems mentally and physically and
he thought everyone (including his family) was against him and one day at the Vet. Hospital he told them he wanted to go to a nursing home.
I was so young at the time, and as his daughter seeing everything he did, he was abusive to my Mom and my brothers, I grew up with watching them fight
and seeing him handcuffed when I was four, seeing him beat my Mom so bad her face was bloody and watching my older brother come to the rescue and beat
him to a pulp.
I didnt realize that his mental problems most likely came from the war, he was diagnosed with problems from agent orange, I remember the letter he
recieved saying basically that the gov. is not responsible, I dont remember how it went but he was screwed on the claim of agent orange in other
words, I regret that I never truly got to know him though, I hear stories from a cousin of his that told me when my Dad was 17 he would wash his car
and hangout and have normal good times, Or when I found a pics all of us and of his little brother in his wallet from the 60's he carried on him to
the day he was hospitilized, or the memory of him singing frank sinatra to me,
like I said I dont remember a day of him sober though it was 24/7 segrams, but he was a functioning alcoholic kept a job for 25 years he was a boss
of a major desert company (cookies anyone?) I dont know how he did it.
now that I am older and a parent, I think back to the good times I had with him and I know he loved us, he was just so screwed up and I wonder if it
had to do with the war, now I will never know him as an adult gets to really know their parent and I will never be able to apologize for never
understanding, I wish I can go back in time and help him, he was in need of us, no matter how bad he was he needed us. I hope he knows Im sorry.
sorry if my paragraph is all screwed up, Im crying hard atm, and I cant go on with out a box of kleenex, so Im gonna stop now.
To the Marine and all who are struggling, I can never imagine what you are going thru, but know that you are loved by a lot of people and you are
needed more then you can ever imagine.