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My dad joined the Marines at age 15 in part because his family couldn't feed him in dust bowl/depression era Oklahoma.
At 16 he was a machine gunner on Guadalcanal. Wounded three times. Lots of killing.
After the war he became an Oakland cop. More violence. And more killing.
He's 83 years old now. When he speaks of the war he talks about malaria and misery and friends. He's never discussed combat much.
He quit hunting years ago. He's a vegetarian now. He's seen enough killing.
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My work here is nearly finished.
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