The war was like a plague to your grandpa; following him everywhere and staining every experience with the horrors of war.
Did you know which company they're from? Can't report em' because the damn Viet-Cong stole their tags for trophies. Those sick bastards!
Pretty soon after he got back he started drinking a lot. His addiction got worse and only took money away from the little we had.
I'm sorry Jack but I have to cut you off. I really don't like to see you like this.
If he had been drinking, my Mom didn't want him in the house. This was extremely tough considering he would plead to me in the middle of the night to let him in from the cold... but I couldn't help him.
Things got much worse when he lost some of his foot to frostbite. He had fallen asleep in a car and we found him the next morning with his foot frozen. This just made him more angry.
He was able to get some work here and there but mostly it was just us and my Mom.
My Mom did what she could but her salary as an English teacher wasn't enough. to support us and my Dad.
Sadly, I had to pay for college mainly by myself. I had to work two jobs all through high school to help support my family and plan for my future.
When times got really tough, we would go to the thrift store and sell our jewlery and belongings for groceries.
I loved that necklace
Eventually I got to Hamilton, then onto Colombia where I got my BA while raising your brother Brendan.
That's why I always appreciate the time I spend with you guys. I don't want you to ever suffer like I did.