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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region ForumsFor Veterans Day I want to say something nice about the crazy PTSD Vietnam war vet who took me in...
... when I was at my very worst, even though I later burnt my bridges with him badly, biting the hand that had housed me.
The garden shed in his back yard was better than living in my car, and the best he could offer.
I'm pretty sure he arranged the job that got me functional again.
Damned Christians.
Maybe he saw a kindred spirit in me, but my personal wars and PTSD were no Vietnam.
LiberalLoner
(9,762 posts)Piasladic
(1,160 posts)I was born in 75. All of my friends' dads didn't serve, come back, or come back whole.
My dad was a dodger (fake medical), my mom's brothers were Jehovah's Witnesses (conscientious objectors), and my husband's dad was unfit (real skin condition). They are the only sort of sane men of that age I knew growing up. A lot of the other folk's dads that had gone to war, including my uncle-in-laws, came back worse for wear. Or not.
I think today, it's especially fitting that you remember someone that helped you. You helped people who never knew him, think of him.
alfredo
(60,077 posts)My MOS and related jobs was very stressful, turned too many to the bottle. Our field station had the highest per capita alcohol consumption in the Army.
It radicalized me, made me withdraw from society. I enjoyed it.
COL Mustard
(5,928 posts)DM me if you don't want to post it here but I know a little about several of them.
alfredo
(60,077 posts)05H20
COL Mustard
(5,928 posts)Back in the day. They were some of the smartest people Ive ever met.
Thank you for serving! 🇺🇸
flying rabbit
(4,644 posts)chowder66
(9,084 posts)He drove a VW Bus which I adored because we had one when I was little. He and his kids picked up a couple of us kids in the neighborhood.
We were Seniors at the time.
Typically the kids would talk and joke around. I was pretty quiet during those trips.
One day after school his kids had extracurricular classes so it was just him and I.
On that day I asked him how he was doing.
He suddenly broke down.
He opened up to me about his struggles, his mental health and talked to me about Vietnam and losing his buddies.
I sat quietly listening. He then apologized, wiping tears away. I told him it was okay.
He didn't know why he did that with me. I told him it didn't matter because he needed to let go. I'm glad he got that emotion out.
From that day on, he had an air of joy about him. We ended up talking a lot more (about general stuff) after that until I graduated.
He was a super nice man who just needed a minute.
alfredo
(60,077 posts)Thanks for being There for him.
chowder66
(9,084 posts)Sometimes family, life just ticks along and people take each other for granted. My guess is that much of the time it is not intentional.
The pressure he may have felt, to be the head of the family, may have caused him to quash his emotions that were bubbling up to the edge.
alfredo
(60,077 posts)I was in intel and that brings other pressures. We got off easy, we were not subject to life or death situations.
chowder66
(9,084 posts)My dad was stateside but lost a ton of guys he trained with and became close too. I only found that out after asking why he never watched war movies.
Gaugamela
(2,496 posts)~Wallace Stevens
The wound kills that does not bleed,
It has no nurse nor kin to know,
Nor kin to care.
And the man dies that does not fall.
He walks and dies. Nothing survives
Except what was,
Under the white clouds piled and piled
Like gathered-up forgetfulness,
In sleeping air.
The clouds are over the village, the town,
To which the walker speaks
And tells of his wound,
Without a word to the people, unless
One person should come by chance,
This man or that,
So much a part of the place, so little
A person he knows, with whom he might
Talk of the weather
And let it go, with nothing lost,
Just out of the village, at its edge,
In the quiet there.
chowder66
(9,084 posts)alfredo
(60,077 posts)denbot
(9,901 posts)I'm sure he didn't sweat the small stuff..