I got drunk for the first time in 20 years last night.

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I wear 2 Purple Hearts (one scratch, the second earned me a ticket home.) As I watched the Republican convention and saw two of my proudest possessions mocked, I was reduced to an almost helpless rage. I wept for the first time in my life in front of my children. My 11 year old was embarrassed for me, and my 8 year old crawled up in my lap and asked, "What's wrong Daddy?" I told him Daddy was having a bad day, tucked both boys into bed, and kissed them goodnight. My dear wife gave me a hug and said she understood. She doesn't, but God bless her anyway. I awoke this morning with a hangover and an undiminished desire to physically hurt someone. For the love of God, how could they do that?