My dad…. was one of the biggest guys I knew. He loved his country and what he fought for. He was always proud to wear that “Airborne” hat everyday. Up until the day he died he still acted as if he was enlisted. The voice, the way he walked and sat, and it’s been over 20 years since he left the ARMY but the Army was still running through his veins. PTSD is a hard and violent disorder to come over and if you don’t understand it you never will. I fought hard and my family fought hard for my dad but it was an demon that won. It’s the hardest thing I have ever been through, lossing my dad at 28 bc the help he needed wasn’t there. I’ll forever live for my dad and make sure that he’s never forgotten. I miss you DADDY-O