Dad was something special he was a 100% disabled veteran from WWII he was a SGT. He went there young at heart ready to save this Country...he came back a very different man....wounded inside where we could not see. He turned to alcohol to ease his pain. He was depressed from the many people he seen die before his eyes. And I know my father wanted to help--that was the Native American blood he had in him...but he had to live with the instructions and rules that had been given to him by the military. He only lived to be 46. I was just 13 years old. I miss him dearly! ♥