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My dad, Frank Silva, grew up in Hawaii on sugar plantations. His dad, Jose da Silva, came over from Madeira in 1884 and began work on the plantations. His mother, Maria de Franca Campainha, was born a year after her family arrived in Hawaii - they came over on the same ship as my grandfather and his family. Dad was always a pretty athletic guy. When he was a teenager he won bets by lifting a train axle over his head. He was proud to serve his country in WWII but wasn't in combat for long. The first week of April 1945 he got into some heavy fighting and his unit was forced to retreat, but not before fragments struck my dad in multiple spots in his leg. The worst of those injuries mostly amputated his leg there in the field, and doctors finished the job. He was 20 years old at the time. Dad lived in two worlds from then on - the real world where he drank and acted wild, and the made-up world where he made up stories to people about his family and himself. PTSD wasn't a thing back then and my dad avoided the VA whenever possible so he was never diagnosed as far as I know. He died a few years ago after a short fight with lung cancer, still making up stories about himself and the world around him and living in both worlds. I know he would have absolutely benefitted from the work K-9s For Warriors does, so I feel like this is a way I can give back to him after the fact. Thank you for donating to this cause that is close to my heart.
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