“He unbutton his jacket an inside, on his shirt, is all his medals – Purple Heart, Silver Star – must of been ten or twelve of them. “They remind me of somethin,” he said. “I’m not quite sure what – the war, of course, but that’s jus a part of it. I have suffered a loss, Forrest, far greater than my legs. It’s my spirit, my soul, if you will. There is only a blank there now – medals where my soul used to be.”
