[Dartgod]

I had a great uncle who served in the Army in WWII. He was always a lot of fun, but was never w/o his beer. My grandmother used to worry a lot about him and would take him food, but he usually preferred his beer over food.

A couple of years ago, my mom and dad shared a letter that he had written to my grandmother. He talked a lot about what life was like on the front lines of the war, describing seeing his friends dying and himself killing the enemy. At that moment I understood why he had become an alcoholic. He went through hell and survived while many of his friends did not.

RIP to my Uncle J.J. and thank you and millions of others for your selfless service to our country.