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Doing what I have done for years.
calling the parents of My brothers in Arms that did not make it back.
The sad part is each year more pass on.
Those few left always seem to welcome my call and that someone remembers that they had a son. It's sad, but the country did try to forget us and worse.
being the last one standing just makes me, well, never mind.
I am one of the lucky ones that survived, I still have to deal with stuff, but live in a peaceful place now, a missus that stands by me and animals that have the innocence I lost long ago.
laughs, why I may seem so angry so often and stuff.
While most think of this long weekend as a day off, a party or such, Few of us remember what this really means.
It's not a good time of the year for me...
