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Kindness and Tears
Only a hero volunteers for war, willing to battle and die for others. And do things they'd typically abhor, rallying into a band of brothers defending their homes, sisters, and mothers. While war levies its toll in flesh and bone insidious night-terrors haunt the mind. And yet, in past wars, their cause was unknown, but atrocities and guilt once combined, PTSD symptoms aren’t far behind. I was born while dad fought in Korea, he had survived two wars before we met. But who he was, I had no idea. I knew naught of war; I was three, and yet mom said my father was this army vet. I could feel his anger, but not his pain, though I bore its fury with every beer. And cringed inside when he acted insane, building up my resentment tear by tear for he never offered love, only fear. Frustrated, he was prone to violence, but in his last years, I noticed a change. He had stopped yelling, preferring silence, and uncharacteristically strange bouts of kindness, and tears, would interchange. (English Quintain) Nov. 11, 2018
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