loboloco
Well-known member
Doc, not sure if this is the right thread, but its damn sure serious.
For the Vets out there, how do you deal with the flashbacks?
I usually don't have them, but occasionally I get them. Drinking eases the pain, but nothing makes them go till they feel like leaving.
Some of the memories that haunt me:
Walking through a village after the poor starving bastards have been fed poisoned rice(thank you Food Aid, you sorry bastards)
Watching a horse charge against modern APC's. But God, what glorious brave SOB's they were. The sounds after. Guess a horse crying in pain hurts worse because they didn't know any better.
Little girl in a flower print dress, stepping between the tango and the round. damnit, she was only about 13.
A buddy laying on the ground begging one of us to shoot him. Trying to hold his guts in, waiting to die.
Firefights in the night.
Running scared, chased by hundreds, not able to stop. Shoot and run. Day after day thru night unending. No food, little water, using weapons and ammo off the enemy dead.
Am I crazy? Or just paying the price?
Don't really expect an answer, just lit enough to write it out.
For the Vets out there, how do you deal with the flashbacks?
I usually don't have them, but occasionally I get them. Drinking eases the pain, but nothing makes them go till they feel like leaving.
Some of the memories that haunt me:
Walking through a village after the poor starving bastards have been fed poisoned rice(thank you Food Aid, you sorry bastards)
Watching a horse charge against modern APC's. But God, what glorious brave SOB's they were. The sounds after. Guess a horse crying in pain hurts worse because they didn't know any better.
Little girl in a flower print dress, stepping between the tango and the round. damnit, she was only about 13.
A buddy laying on the ground begging one of us to shoot him. Trying to hold his guts in, waiting to die.
Firefights in the night.
Running scared, chased by hundreds, not able to stop. Shoot and run. Day after day thru night unending. No food, little water, using weapons and ammo off the enemy dead.
Am I crazy? Or just paying the price?
Don't really expect an answer, just lit enough to write it out.