“..Some men come back and are able to move on and live out their lives, and some cannot...”
My dad suffered with it his whole life all the way to his grave. He was a WWII USMC BAR rifleman on the first wave to hit the beach of Okinawa. Those boys went thru hell.
More recently, I’ve become friends with a couple of Iraqi war vets that saw a lot of tough combat and had trouble coping when they got back stateside...mostly drugs, alcohol, etc.. Both of em today will tell you that the way they cope and continue on thru everyday life is thru their commitment and faith in Christ and the infilling power of the Holy Spirit. Both of em have decent jobs, happily married, raising families. Still, I’m sure it’s not an easy path at times, but it’s one that works for them.
Yes...hold em up in prayer.
I spent a few hours in conversation with a man who had been aboard the USS Indianapolis when she was sunk. Fifty years later, as he talked, his face reddened with emotion, and he choked up and was unable to speak.
The power of that. Fifty years later. That really left a mark on me, listening to and observing this man.
It was terrible to see.
Sometimes time does not heal all wounds.