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"Tribute To My Father" (by Joe DiMino)
Tribute To My Father
My father had served in World War 2, never spoke much about
it. Only talked about the crazy, funny incidents. But he had this
thing about not letting any living creature suffer. I remember
stepping on a spider, and as I lifted my foot it was still moving
around. Well, I guess I waited a little too long to finish him
off, for my father quickly pushed me out of the way shouting,
"Don't let him suffer!" and squashed the critter thoroughly.
War is hell. Sort of like riding a motorcycle: the moment you
feel that you are safe, is the time to park-it. And with war,
the moment you start to feel comfortable with it, especially like
it, is the time to blow your own brains out.
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