My father came home wrecked with PTSD. He used to think my brother, sister and I were veit Cong and try to kill us during the summer when we had tans. He'd just beat us the rest of the year all from PTSD. It wasn't until 2015 he got help. All of us were grown and moved. He's a great man now. I understand, his entire platoon was killed the first day on the ground and he lasted 61 days on the ground covered in agent orange, he thinks thats why I have so many medical problems. He's missing part of his arm and neck.

Yeah, I live in America and our whole system is fucked. Our current president looks like he just swallows Valium by the bottle and is stoned as fuck all day. I gave up on our two-party system and just started buying guns. My storage unit is filled.