As a child, I asked my father about the war. He never talked about it.
The other day, I found a letter from my uncle Richard, who fought in the Korean War, too. He was wounded later in the war, and transferred to a hospital. That wound was his ticket out. Here’s what he said about that.
After spending years living with my father, who was the strong and silent type, I learned that what you don’t say can be just as eloquent as what you say, if you’re willing to listen.