I'm under fire. Probably nothing like you were in the Philippines after you were dragged out of high school. I understand why you didn't like the Independence Day fireworks now.
I spent a lot of time in or near combat zones, nothing like you were though.
I'm pretty fucked up, but the largest number of causalities, outside of Beirut in '83, has been from an attack within the US because of a "bug" and the solution.
I lost a lot of close people to me. I'm walking alone, now, Dad.
I love you.