Me gusta mucho la historia que pueden llegar a tener algunas pequeñas cosas. Para algunos, un simple Zippo. Para alguien con un historia gigante atrás

This was my father’s. He carried it with him during his two tours in Vietnam in the Marines. It still gives me chills every time I look at this, but I cherish it. It reminds me of what he went through for me, before I even existed. The only reason he joined the Marines, you see, was to get the GI Bill so he could go to college, get a good career, and give his children a better life than he had. And he succeeded… but only by looking death in the face.

No me acuerdo como llegué a él, pero esta en este Flickr