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I remember going back to visit my dad after I got out of the Marine Corps. He still looked like a tough son of a bitch, but there was this gentler side that came out when he talked to me. At first I thought he might have changed, until he screamed at mom. He wasn't acting better because of any kind of revelation from God, he's on his toes because his son survived multiple tours of duty in Vietnam. I think he saw me as a man now, but not in any kind of heartwarming way. I'm higher on the totem pole and if he even tries to raise a finger toward me he won't stand a chance. I don't like hurting people. Despite all the bullshit he put me threw growing up, the yelling, the lashing, even threatening me with a broken bottle. I don't want to harm him. I don't want revenge. I just have to get the hell out of this place and never look back. I know if I stayed here, the poison of the local culture could creep back in my veins. I'd end up like this poor excuse of a father before me. Rule over a family. That's not what I want. I want to be a human being. With a family that loves him. gently caress this place.
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