Good post. Right on.
My Dad was in the CBI Theater of War. He lost three
childhood friends in the war. One of his buddies survived
the Bataan Death March and came back missing some fingers
which the Japs had chopped of with a hatchet. Those men were
all deeply affected at different levels and dealt with it
in different ways.
My Dad was in Korea. I recall sleeping in the room next to my parents. I would occasionally hear the nightmares.
Again, this was in the late 1970’s.
When a family member had some “issues” later in life, my Dad took him aside and told him to not worry about what people think—go get help. Its not worth wrecking your life.