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Originally Posted by Botnst
On the Hornet my Dad's battle station was in a gun director on the ship's island. He had a 5" AAA battery. Lost comm with it and rec'd permission to check on it during a lull in action. Almost everybody was dead, mashed into inseparable heaps of smoky bloody organs and meat -- eviscerated piles entangled with twisted pieces of the ship. he collected as many dogtags as he could find while slipping across the blood-slicked deck. His memories of that horror were quite vivid when told and retold.
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so, your father, instead of seeking psychological help for his post traumatic stress, instead, selfishly, forced his child (children?) to hear - and re-hear, obviously - his horror filled reminiscences, in order that he might achieve some catharsis? sounds pretty pathetic - in the true meaning of the word, i.e. pathos - and abusive. sorry for your pain. hope you have sought help for the after-effects of such abuse.