Childhood stories of a great man, a great man who fought for Uncle Sam, a man who came home to his wife and kids and loved them oh god how he loved them. These where the lies I told myself living inside that house, eight years old living in the cold of my own existence, abandoned by a man who claimed he did it for the best but in reality he was chasing some young bright eyed girl who wasn't even old enough to take a shot. A broken mother who was too broken to care a very young brother who was too young to know any better. These are the truth behind the curtain of stretched circumstances that cloud them.