Grow up.
My dad died of cancer, and weed was the only thing that got him through the pain and nausea at the end.
Referring to a wonderful man, who flew 33 times ove the Reich in a freezing B-17, raised a family, and obeyed the law as a responsible home-owning citizen all his life as an “equally dirtbag criminal “patient” is about as low as one can go.
You are a hateful ignorant individual, who wouldn’t have been worthy to hold his hat.
Jagoff!
My step Dad was a Korea and Vietnam vet... Master Sargent Air Force... He died in his early 60's. His heart was bad. Doctors said the stress of so many years of combat took it's toll. He use to tell me that the planes they had to get on during the Vietnam/Cambodian missions were so bad they would pretty much tie one on before their mission. They were flying and yes they were flying. Sorry to pierce the purity of some who think it's all about prim and proper, but these guys were balls to the wall and I don't fault any ONE of them that drank a bit of Jack Daniels or smoked a joint before going into what could be their last moment on earth. Flame away, anyone who denies this was the norm is a liar.