Last Tuesday a first cousin (Betty) dropped by my shop around lunch and began telling me and a lifelong friend of our family about the problems that her direct family was having dealing with her brother John. John was two years older than Betty which is my age of 56. John was a vietnam veteran that was shot in the neck, bitten by a momba snake and subjected to Agent Orange. He received a purple heart and was honorably discharged from the Army. Johns hair began to turn gray in his late 30s which is not common to our family line. He was diagnosed with mild strokes in his early 40s. His mind had became slow because of the strokes. Betty told us that In the last year Johns mind had became much worse. She said he had disagreements with both of their older brothers and even threatened to hit one of them in the head with a hammer. She said that brother would not go in his trailer after that because he had two guns at the end of his couch. She said lately he would start crying when people approached him. He refused to take the antidepressants that the VA doctor prescribed him. He said they make him sick. The first thing I told Betty is you’ve got to get those guns out of his possession one way or another. The second thing I told her is they have to get John mental help through the VA. She said but he doesn’t think anything is wrong with him. I said Betty its got to be done. It takes the signature of two direct family members. At 4:00 pm that afternoon she called me crying. After not being able to get John to the door for the second time that day, she went into his trailer to find that he died on his couch during the night. John was a good man that was handicapped by useless political war and it appears that Mister Salter was also.

“May they both walk with God and help fight his war against evil”
!!!A WAR THAT’S WORTH WINNING!!!