Friday communique

[hmchurch]

     My first-ex was right, though, about an impairment in my sense of humor after I got back from Vietnam.  I didn't want to see anybody, go anywhere, or do anything--mostly I holed up in our dark cave of an apartment.  I think I was probably semi-functional:  I went to work at Fort Hood everyday, hung around with wife and year-and-a-half-old son

Comments

[ftemery]

Nothing ruins a good sense of humor like a damn war, does it? Sheesh. Imagine that. sounds reasonable to me!