Subject: My Dad
This was the worst Thanksgiving of my life. As you know, I've been caring for my Dad full time since his stroke.
His injuries in WW II were so severe, they literally ruined the rest of his life yet the government refused to acknowledge them.
He was wounded FOUR times in combat, was issued the Purple Heart in the field hospital but they did not put in the paper work
so it does not show up in any of his records. His worst injury (after being mortared while guarding a French bridge) was severe
trauma to his head which left him with a seizure disorder. His "official" Army record indicated NO wounds! What bastards!
Last week, Dad passed away after one last bout of aspiration pneumonia. I knew it would be hard losing him but not this hard.
We just got closer as he got weaker and I just don't know what I'll do without him. He was my best friend and the pain of this
great loss is unbelievable cruel.
Since Dad got sick, I have not read the news, watched or listened to it in any form or followed politics and in that respect,
I feel better. First thing in the morning, I turn on comedy. Now I'm going back to listening to sports talk or music on the
radio instead of political talk shows. The world news now literally makes me sick and I simply refuse to watch it.
In a nutshell, it makes no sense to worry about things I cannot fix. I now have my Mother, Sister and Brother-In-Law to look after.
Nothing is more important than that. To hell with the politicians and how they're fu**ing up this planet. Let the lazy ass younger
generations protest. I'm too old and worn out in every respect. It took the loss of my Dad to remind me of my priorities.
Every once in a while, I'll send you a cartoon or just write to keep in touch but as far as politics goes, I'm done.
I now have to put all of my efforts into getting the government to acknowledge Dad's war wounds and get benefits for Mom.
I will not be able to rest until this is accomplished.
You're a good man Bart. You work hard to try to make things right and I respect the hell out of you for your efforts.
My Dad was a really good guy. You would have liked him. His name was Joe.
I hope you remember him once in a while. He was my hero and I will miss him greatly.
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