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Tim
Mate, I know where you were and hope I know where you are now.
My father, god rest his soul, was probably clinically insane, or at the least severely war neurotic. He flew over Europe during the war, having enlisted at 16.
He was a great bloke...to his friends...but a danger to his family. A physically and mentally cruel man who despised what weakness he percieved in others I now believe because of the weaknesses that were in him.
He drank to excess and gambled (angela's ashes moment -here) and if it wasn't for my sainted mother I would not be here at all. She was the rock to his storm.
Tim, having met you I will call you a mate and a friend. Always remember you are not alone. I fight your fight, not to repeat the past,
Music was my savior as well....but maybe not black sabbath.
Last edited by HenryMc; June-7th-2003 at 03:46 AM.
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