Thats a nice way to look at it.
I had two uncles in the Pacific. They were both walking PTSDs when I knew them as a young adult thirty years after the fact.
One drank his problems away. The other one was depressed to the point of losing most of the good things in his life.
They sure had it. They did not treat it. They ALL didn’t just go on.
I am not discounting the folks who did come home and get on with it. But there is a common theme that these men just sucked it up and came home and “went on with their lives.”
ALL wars take a toll for decades after the battles are over.
Their flag to Aprils breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; On this green bank, by this soft stream, Spirit, that made those heroes dare
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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.
For some, their therapist was Jack Daniels....