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My Brother Survived Being Wounded in Vietnam But He Still Won’t Talk About It
He was 19.
4 min readMay 14, 2022
1969 is a year I will never forget.
I was 15.
- I met my first boyfriend. I thought I was in love. For a 15-year-old it was so exciting.
He loved me, too. I still have his notes to prove it!
- My horse threw me and I fractured 2 thoracic vertebrae. I still wear a back brace to do anything strenuous like yard work.
I have pain in my back every day of my life.
- My parents sent me to live with my aunt and uncle in Alabama for the summer. My uncle sexually harassed me until I was so worried he would “get me” I begged to go home saying I was too homesick. (not the greatest memory.)