My father, the soldier.

{Undated}

Dad may be going to Bosnia. I don’t know what I’m going to do. This house falls apart without him. Mike goes out of control. And it won’t be a normal 6 month tour, oh no, it’s a mother fucking 10 month tour! He’s missed 2 years out of the last three! What do I do to deserve all this shit in my life?

Is an existence of pain and emotional trauma really worth existing for?

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