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Earlier this week, I went hunting for a ghost and found him in an couple of old Seabee cruise books: my father in Vietnam circa 1968.
Seabee Team 0308 – Near Chu Lai in 1966. My father is standing in the rear, fifth from the left.
Seabee Team 0308 one what appears to be a different (later?) deployment. My father is in the front row this time, fourth from the left.
My father died over 14 years ago, in 1996. I cannot claim that we were close. Still, he is there, somewhere, haunting me. Or maybe it is his absence, felt long before he died, that haunts me.