Sometimes I'm incredibly stupid. Awhile back I received a comment from the son of Bobby Woolwine. Sure didn't see that coming. And don't know how he found this blog unless he did a lot of digging. Regardless, he did write me a note concerning his dad and though Jason's words have stuck with me over the months, I've haven't written of them.
From what Jason wrote, Bobby Woolwine's life was greatly affected by his time in Vietnam. Still had shrapnel in his body and eye. has suffered from post traumatic stress syndrome and is now passing through dementia. Seems like those who went through the worst shit during the war were doomed to live through the worst shit afterwards. Not a whole lot of justice in that situation as far as I can see.
Over the years I've searched the internet for Woolwine and a few others with nothing to show for my efforts. Don't know what I'd do even if I did get a few hits. That was then and this is now. Doubt I'm even the same person I was in those olive drab days.
To this point in my life I've found it best to turn my memories into words and store them in this blog. Better here than festering away in my mind. So, I'll sign off for now and maybe do an internet check of Bobby's name.
