Daughter of a Soldier, Mother of a Soldier
by Amy Branham
My earliest memories of my Dad are of a tall, handsome man who came to see me every once in a while when he was on leave from the Army. He and Mom were divorced when I was a baby. Mom packed us up and headed for home, leaving Dad alone in Germany to finish out his service in the military.
Eventually Dad ended up in Vietnam, a place where many young men his age at that time ended up. He would send me letters from that far away, strange place and from time to time, he would come home with a gift, sweep me up on his shoulders and walk across town with me high at the top of the world to go visit some relative or other. He never talked about the war and all that I really remember about that time is that my Daddy was there…
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