I don't talk about it much but suffice to say one of my uncles was a Vietnam vet who returned from the war never quite right. He was my mother's youngest brother, the baby of a large Italian family, whom all the other brothers and sisters felt very protective over. But when he returned from Nam, actually released on a medical condition, he resorted to heavy drinking, became an alcoholic, and ended up killing himself with drink, damaging his liver and kidneys beyond repair.
He was my favorite uncle growing up, and at least he was around until I was an adult. However, he was no longer self sufficient, lived in assisted living
thru the VA Hospital, and took lots of medications to try to keep him off the alcohol. He had weekend leaves from the house so he usually stayed with us every weekend. Even after my mom moved off to Las Vegas (she's in Cali now like me) when I was in my 20s, I would often take Uncle G over for weekends, and my mom's other sister, still living in MA, would take him all the other weekends.
I share this now only to let you know that even those of us who don't talk about it often have a story to tell, something they hold close to their heart, but only let out under very rare circumstances. The sharing of your own family story Clark was that catalyst which prompted me to finally share my own. Thank you for that.
And lots of love and respect for those who serve our country. <3