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Something happened 63 years ago that’s haunted me my entire life. I’ve never told anyone about it—until now

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Sergeant_Darwin

It’s official: I’m an old man.

For the last couple years, I’ve comforted myself by saying I’m in my
“early 70s,” but math is simple and unforgiving. Today is my 75th
birthday, and God, the years do fly.

I’m not here for your well wishes; this is hardly a milestone I’m
excited about. I’m glad to still be here, of course, but I find I have
less and less to live for with every passing year. My bones ache, my
kids live far away, and the other side of my bed has been empty for just
over eight months now. In fact, once I cast my vote against that
goddamned Trump this November, I may have nothing to live for at all.

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