His name was Bob. He lost an eye in Vietnam, and so much more.
He lost his youth and his dreams for the future. Worst of all, he lost hope.
I want to tell you a little about Bob as we honor our nation’s veterans this week.
I didn’t meet Bob until recently, near the end of his life. My husband knew Bob through his work. Then one day in early 2012, Bob seemed to vanish. Bob was known all around his town, a recognizable figure always on a bicycle. He spent a considerable amount of time at the library. He had lived with his mother and been fairly stable until she grew old and died. Everyone knew the one-eyed Vietnam veteran who suffered from post-traumatic stress syndrome. But no one had seen him recently. Read More
He lost his youth and his dreams for the future. Worst of all, he lost hope.
I want to tell you a little about Bob as we honor our nation’s veterans this week.
I didn’t meet Bob until recently, near the end of his life. My husband knew Bob through his work. Then one day in early 2012, Bob seemed to vanish. Bob was known all around his town, a recognizable figure always on a bicycle. He spent a considerable amount of time at the library. He had lived with his mother and been fairly stable until she grew old and died. Everyone knew the one-eyed Vietnam veteran who suffered from post-traumatic stress syndrome. But no one had seen him recently. Read More