Most of my
father’s brothers fought in World War II.
One brother was shot in the head.
The Army doctors put a metal plate in his head. I think this was in Africa. While there he and a buddy were enjoying the
refreshments of the Red Cross and watching a bunch of sailors come ashore. He said to his friend, “See that sailor
there? He looks exactly like my baby brother.” And it was.
The baby
brother years later was the guardian to his WWII injured older brother, which
just couldn’t handle routine living after the war. He couldn’t hold a job or deal with
reality. The war haunted him.
He spent his
last 50 years or so at the Veterans’ Hospital in Milledgeville, Georgia.
Many
veterans who faced combat life and/or death situations have a hard time
afterwards. They need our help.
And this is
where the below flyer comes in:
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