Although the Korean War actively ended in 1953, it lived on in the minds of many. It lived on and unfortunately took it's toll on one of my Uncles, my mother's brother. He returned yet was never the same when he returned.
Today they talk about PTSD openly but back then when I was just a child, the talk was only done in whispers. I lived with him one summer along with my mother in West Hartford. Then, at the end of the summer when I returned to my Aunt and Uncle's, they questioned me about his doings and actions which were "odd". Everything and everyone was talking about the Communists back then...but it was something that he just couldn't let go of. Shortly after that, he was placed in an institution and to my knowledge never was released. He died alone but not forgotten. He was one of the many that I give thanks for on this day, Memorial Day.