08-15-2015, 12:49 PM
Thank you jimtje , for talking of *your* story.
You spoke of war at one point. I had a friend that was in the Vietnam war. He came back was older than I but we became best friends. Would stay up all hours of the night talking of the worlds problems and how to solve them kind of stuff….well my friend fought his demons until he died before he should have.
I dont think he wanted to remember the things he went through in the war zone.
It still as I talk of it makes me get emotional because he was one of those rare true friends….to me….that dont come along very often.
We both went through changes and I went another path for a while when I heard he died sitting in a car warming it up after being in a bar . He fell asleep and the car caught on fire.
Something in the fuel system…..sighs
He came back from war but as I sometimes say never really came all the way back mentally.
I can recall him introducing some of the friends he made while overseas fighting for his life and they took me in like one of their own because of his saying that I was his friend.
Gosh, such friendship….is very hard to have. I miss him.
You spoke of war at one point. I had a friend that was in the Vietnam war. He came back was older than I but we became best friends. Would stay up all hours of the night talking of the worlds problems and how to solve them kind of stuff….well my friend fought his demons until he died before he should have.
I dont think he wanted to remember the things he went through in the war zone.
It still as I talk of it makes me get emotional because he was one of those rare true friends….to me….that dont come along very often.
We both went through changes and I went another path for a while when I heard he died sitting in a car warming it up after being in a bar . He fell asleep and the car caught on fire.
Something in the fuel system…..sighs
He came back from war but as I sometimes say never really came all the way back mentally.
I can recall him introducing some of the friends he made while overseas fighting for his life and they took me in like one of their own because of his saying that I was his friend.
Gosh, such friendship….is very hard to have. I miss him.

