Mud Puppy has shared his turmoil-and has given me permission to link to his written expose...I'll give you a few words from his post and then- I hope you will go to his site and read the rest-
and - then read his_ VALENTINE_--Find!!
Crashed, burned, drank, cried, laughed, and I stared....
Dead eyed at a loaded gun for about 6 hours...and never picked it up.
I didn't want to die. Had no interest in it really. I believe in God, but I'm not going to be the one to test the theory. Know what I mean?
Its been about 18 months since I came home from Afghanistan and luckily for me, the nightmares have become bearable dreams. Not sure if they're wearing off or my body and mind have simply adapted to them.
My family relationships have all returned to what I like to call, "the new normal" Basically, that's me plus the war equals what you've got now.
Work has gotten back to...as normal as an incarceration center is ever going to get