War Drabble

A story in 100 words

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My mother and I rarely met my father. He died in the war.

My mother met my father the year after he was discharged. I met him a year later. My father had been charming, funny, and charismatic. In those days he still floated to the surface at times.

He surfaced less and less. My parents’ marriage suffered and so did my relationship with my father. In the early years, he was my daddy.

The kind and funny man became angry and bitter. He never stopped fighting the war as long as he lived.

My father died in Viet Nam.