Heroin Lies about the Government in 1950; 2.5 Million Dead–Glamorous.

Around 1950 my grandfather’s were both sent along with millions of other U.S. men and woman to fight for a war whose cause remains a question. What these men and woman, on both sides underwent shakes me to the core. The details are too gory. Over 2.5 million men and woman from both sides were killed. However, although alive, many of the men who did return home, to this day suffer from the disturbing images and PSTD from the war in masks, after all it was a lie. Too many are homeless and disabled and treated as outcasts. All won’t forget the horror impressed upon them after the nightmare.

I got to thinking about my grandfather’s one day and how they were similar in ways. They were both veterans, quiet, and rather cold. They both distanced themselves from my little sister and me growing up; I always felt there was something we had done to put them off. But when I think of Vietnam and I look at my one grandfather’s pictures in his Navy uniform, I think about what I know about what war is and means, and I have great pain for what they went through. I understand how they could be distant after they were taken to the front of the line, in a jungle of unjust reason and corruption.

I’ve also been thinking about souls. And I’ve always felt a deep connection with both my grandparents after they died. I even find myself writing bits of information about them subconsciously. It startled me to see the things I have written in my journal. It was like it was written through a hand not of my own. But it was, it was my soul who knew something I was blinded about.

My father is very handsome as my grandfather was. Interestingly my father seems to have thing for Vietnamese woman. He’s a character that’s hard to sum up, but he’s hilarious and is always talking about how at work he asks out this Vietnamese beautiful woman or another. I guess the world and time has a way of coming around full circle, and in a way finding a way to make peace.