Goodbye, T.J.

by Little Miss Attila on April 14, 2009

One never has words.

Not, you know . . . . not printable ones.

Keep a place in your prayers tonight for an Army LRRP who served honorably and miserably in Vietnam and never quite—as I saw it—got the luck he deserved. And died too, too fucking young.

Tom, I haven’t thrown anything tonight, or punched my fist into the wall. But only because it would upset my husbands—and because I’m not good enough with spackle and paint to be sure I could patch it properly.

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