(beeyouteefull)
"Dear Dad, There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you. Remember a few years back when I got shot? Do you wanna know one of the first things that entered my mind at that moment? Right before I blacked out? Coins. Suddenly I was 8 years old again. I was on that tour of the U.S. Mint. I was listening to the guide about how coins were made. How they’re punched out sheet metal and how they’re rimmed and beveled. How they are stamped and cleaned. And how each and every batch of coins are personally examine in case any have slipped through with the slightest imperfections. Do you remember that? I mean, do you remember that trip to Philadelphia we took? That’s what popped into my head. I’m a coin in the United States army. I was minted in the year 1980. I’ve been punched from sheet metal. I’ve been stamped and cleaned. And my edges have been rimmed and beveled. But now I have two small holes in me. So I’m no longer in perfect condition. How about it, Dad? You know, we’re just a couple of culls here, huh? But there’s one - There’s one more thing that I want to tell you too. After I got shot, do you wanna know the very last thing I thought of? You."
—Dear John
10 months ago- Monday August 1, 2011 at 5:55pm ·
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