[LuxMaker]

Read the article in the link.

A sad case of a soldier who never really made it out of Iraq. My heart and prayers go out to his friends and family.

[sam_paine]

7th Cavalry Regiment....Custer’s and Moore’s unit? R.I.P.

[Volunteer]

Rest in peace. Such a sad loss.

[fieldmarshaldj]

That’s a shame. I hope he is at peace now.

[freema]

He died June 28.

Army released this story a couple days ago. Too little, too late for Dwyer, but nice CYA for the Army. It would be nice to see this program in place nationwide.

http://www.army.mil/-news/2008/07/18/11001-chief-says-army-needs-to-replicate-bliss-ptsd-program/

[centurion316]

Soldiering is tough duty, not everyone is cut out for it. Most, with a little sleep, some hot chow, and a dose of contact with real human beings put their experiences behind them and go on to lead normal, productive lives whether it is in civilian life or in the military. Their combat experiences did not make them the normal productive human beings that they became, nor did it detract from it.

Some, for reasons that are unclear, do not emerge from their combat experiences as normal, well adjusted human beings. I believe that most of these were predisposed to this behavior before their combat experiences. Some reached their tipping points because of the incredible demands of combat. They probably would have tipped anyway at some time in the future, but who’s to say.

The government owes these men a reasonable support struture and empathy for their plight. But, we need not beat our chests in despair. Some people just can’t handle the demands of life, and they might have reached their limits bagging groceries at Piggly Wiggly.

[GloriaJane]

God Bless Him... may his dear soul rest in peace.

[dalebert]

Treatment for PTSD is poor. All they do is bandaid it with drugs.

[Gondring]

Ping

[Cacique]

RIP

[Gator113]

Rest in piece brave soldier..your pain and the nightmares are over.

Thank you for your service.

I wish I could have talked to him before it was too late.

[Finntann]

BREATHE, trumpets, breathe
Slow notes of saddest wailing,
Sadly responsive peal, ye muffled drums;
Comrades, with downcast eyes
And banners trailing,
Attend him home,
The youthful warrior comes.

Upon his shield,
Upon his shield returning,
Borne from the field of honor
Where he fell;
Glory and grief, together clasped
In mourning,
His fame, his fate
with sobs exulting tell.

Wrap round his breast
The flag his breast defended,
His country's flag,
In battle's front unrolled:
For it he died;
On earth forever ended
His brave young life
Lives in each sacred fold.

With proud fond tears,
By tinge of shame untainted,
Bear him, and lay him
Gently in his grave:
Above the hero write,
The young, half-sainted,
His country asked his life,
His life he gave!

GEORGE LUNT