My dad was in the Army, in Nam, from the mid 60s to either the late 60s, or 1970. He won't talk about it, won't tell stories, won't even say what his job was in the Army.
The toybox me and my sister used as little kids was his footlocker. I've still got that green Army footlocker, and on the top, in very dried out masking tape, is the address he sent it to when he was shipping. He once told me he'd sent back his sleeping bag, and a couple shotguns with the stocks busted off so they'd fit inside.
it looks like this
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