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Tag Archives: PTSD
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Armistice Day. One hundred years ago today, The Great War, The War to End All Wars, came to its cataclysmic end. Fifty years ago today, I was in the Army at Ft. Bliss, Texas, suffering through Basic Training. My … Continue reading
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22 October 1968
Fifty years ago today, also a Monday, at the age of twenty-one, amid a deeply unpopular war, in a decision created out of a haze of depression, patriotism, and a deep yearning to free myself from the distrustful control of … Continue reading
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“Wait until the war is over, And we’re both a little older …”
Forty years ago I was living in Houston and my then-wife was expecting the first of our three children. On that day, 27 April 1975, I had been back from Việt Nam fifty-four months – four and a half years. It … Continue reading
Fallen Angels of Death – Part One
January, 1970 An explosion jerked me back to the real world. I’d been sitting in the sun, smoking and daydreaming, when it happened. I grabbed my rifle, jumped up, and ran in the direction of the shouting and the drifting … Continue reading