...while I was talking with with him. He was a Vietnam Vet about 65 I was able to get him talking to me but I could see in his eyes as they flitted about that he was confused about what was happening to him and he was scared. Some paramedics happened by and bless them they tried like hell to keep him alive. I don't feel well. I hope he knows we were there and he didn't die alone. I have almost lost count at the number of people who have died in my presence. I can only imagine the horror of war and seeing your friends die every day only to make it home and have this happen.
Why are people so interested in hate and killing? When you see death happen in front of you it is not pretty or glamorous it is an evil thing that takes hold of you. It may be the way things are, but it is still evil and unfortunately necessary at times.
The freaky part part is he and I have the same name. RIP brother.
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