I went to Fort Snelling last Saturday to vist my father's grave. He was an Air Force staff sergeant who fought in both the korean and vietnam war. He was only a comms guy and later a cook but that didn't stop him from having flashbacks when he heard helicopters. Unfortunately he lived in southern California
When got home I dug around in some the boxes in the basement and looked at his papers and found a paper he had wrote in college about religion. I broke down. He died in his sleep when i was six years old, from complications of diabetes...
A week before christmas too.. (No fooling)
A toast to my father :pours drink and raises glass: Allen J. Kohler of Albany, NY A father second to none. :slams drink then the bottle: