Something my father taught me

In one of my previous iterations of this blog I spoke about this. It came upon my mind again. My father was in the Korean War and was decorated. He save lots of lives. He should have died in that war but he didn't. He attended some ceremonies in honor of him and his co-patriots. Everyone said what their experience in war was. He taught me a truth. There is no war, everyone's war is an individual experience. Life is the same way. Be well.