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My family history is interesting and I know very little about it. My father died in Vietnam in 1969 and left behind a trail of wreckage. Turns out my father, before he met my mother, was married and had a daughter, and also had a son with another woman a week later. This was in the mid 1960s, very taboo, and all of this was swept under the rug and hidden. I didn't know I had brothers and sisters until I was twenty-five years old.
I am told I am Irish and Polish, but that's about it.
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