The price of war is never paid by those responsible

[Irish_Dem]

5. Yep, starting when I was four years old.

My best friend next door, her dad's plane went down.
The AF base commander and chaplain went to her house.

My mother had to explain what was happening.
It was the first time I realized planes came down and killed people.
And it could be my dad's plane next time.

And later I learned my US Navy uncle had died in WWII.
And I saw my dad fly to Da Nang and beyond wearing a gun on his waist.
Some dads not coming home ever again.

Of course I was just a military brat and not in harm's way.
Just around those who were.

Yes we were on remote overseas AF bases surrounded by guards and barbed wire,
but the kids felt safe.

Of course nothing like what you did. Scares me everytime I think about what
you were doing. Jebus God.