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My father Creed T Pruitt was in the golf war. He was 27 when he was forced to go. I was 5 years old at the time, my brother was 3 years old, and my sister was a month old. He was gone for three months. When he came back every thing was fine me and him would have fun playing games and every thing. But two months after he came home he started getting sick… really sick. He started coughing up blood. My grandma tells me about that day! Daddy, my stepmother Wendy, and I was pillow fighting on the bed. It was sooooo fun until my daddy ran to the bathroom. Wendy wouldn’t let me see if he was ok. She told me to stay in the room and let her go and see so I stayed in the room. Wendy came rushing in the room five minutes later. She ran to the phone crying and yelling into the phone. Twenty minutes later I heard noises outside loud sounds. I ran into the living room to see what’s going on…. When I got in the living room daddy was on a gurney moaning in pain. I seen grandma crying and so was Wendy. I wanted to know what was wrong with my dad but they wouldn’t tell me anything. Later that evening everyone went to the hospital to see daddy. He look awful he was pale he looked like the living dead. He wanted to hold my sister Katie so Wendy put her in his arms then ten minutes later he was…… dead. I couldn’t even say bye to my daddy.