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I remember when I was young…seeing people kissing, hugging, holding hands and asking, “Dad, what’s that all about?” He said, “That’s love son…someday you’ll be old enough to understand.”

I remember his stories about the war…he fought in Europe…another land…and asking “Dad, what’s that all about?” He said, “That’s hate son…some day you’ll be old enough to understand.”

I remember falling in love…the hugging…the kissing…the holding hands…and thinking Dad was right…I’m finally old enough to understand.

But when it comes to hate…and war…and killing…people dying by another’s hand…at 68 if my dad was alive today I’d ask him, 

“When will I be old enough to understand?”