EDIT: I just remembered getting back from Iraq and being scared shitless of roadside debris. I screamed at my then-wife for driving too close to a garbage bag before she reminded me "Idiot, this is Tennessee, not Iraq, the trash is not going to explode...".
Dude... Wow. God bless for your service, but 'some harsh war reactions living on with you. Reminds me of my buddy's dad before he died (agent orange gave him cancer) would have crazy Nam flashbacks.
I appreciate your empathy, and I'll happily report that I sleep soundly at night.
I'm one of the lucky ones as infantry goes... we came out on top of our several engagements with no KIAs or major injuries... I feel deeply for others who were not so lucky. I had a friend who had 8 of his platoon members die, and it's something he can't get over still. He still can't sleep at night without remembering, and it breaks my fapping heart.
People like him especially deserve all the love and support a nation can give its warriors.
Sorry to get all serious on a toast thread.... so to lighten the mood, Freud.
