I had sought to protect the sacredness and preciousness of my memories of the war with the sanctity of silence. So I had refused to talk or write about them except in an indirect way when forced to as when I offered my medals to the dead for I believed all such medals belonged..
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And so I ended my personal war without any sense of victory but weighed down by the tears that could not flow. My hope was that I could heal the scars of my spirit, more galling than those of my body. My right abdominal muscles were cut through never to grow back and..
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