This is a continuation from and conclusion to my last post PTSD Awareness Month. As I mentioned there, I wrote the reflection in 1993 and this is the rest of that writing. I repeat the last paragraph from the previous post to connect the two: As I grew up, the mystery of Vietnam continued to grow in my mind as explanations for Dad’s changed behavior never surfaced. Dad drank heavily during the rest of my childhood. I instinctively never approached him about anything, let alone ask him why he was so different from the man I had known before he left for Vietnam. So I…