3refs, that made me cry...beautiful.

I've posted about my Uncle Howard before...he had shrapnel near his heart all of his life which they said could kill him at any time, and pain and nightmares so bad that he finally took his own life. We suspect from the little bit he said over the years, it was the voices of those he killed which he finally could not live with. He was stuck in a foxhole on Guadalcanal for an ungodly time, something like sixty days and had to spend a year convalescing in New Zealand before he was fit enough to send home.