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Will our scathing scars from a civil war ever heal? I worry they may never stop coming to the doorstep, I was but a freshman...14 going on 80, without any social security or veterans benefits, if they only knew the war we really fought, we'd have a purple heart, and a fabulous funeral procession. Horse drawn carriages, rifles and 21 gun salute, a folded flag placed again in my mothers hands. If they only REALLY knew...but I do. and although the PTSD swells up now and then, I love I loved you then my friend. (Purple potatoes!hehe!) shh, our secret.