My husband, came out of his conflicts with all his limbs, and most of his wits intact. He is a veteran of Operations Apollo and Athena, as Navy Boarding Party, and Op MOBILE, Libya, as aircrew.
His best friend, and former combat buddy, who changed careers from Supply Technician, to Armoured (Royal Canadian Dragoons) was not so lucky.
In 2007, there was an IED that killed 6 Canadian soldiers. Two were left alive. The man who was trying to get me a job at the West Nova Scotia Regiment, and my husband’s best friend.
They sent him back, after his convalescence in Germany.
They kept him on rotation. He’s the type that was able to hold his PTSD down. He snapped one day. He is still dealing with it.
My new friend, a SigOp, he’s dealing with PTSD as well.
My Grandfather, a World War 2 veteran, he charged up the center of Juno Beach on D-Day. He battled PTSD for his entire life after the war. For some time after, whenever a fire in the stove went pop, he dove for cover. He drank to drown out the pain and the screams. My Grandmother helped soothe the mental wounds, and when she died, he was never the same man I guess. All this happened before I was born, but still.
I think this is why Freyja has a serious liking to me and why my Disir are the Valkyries. This has been in my line forever. I have the utmost respect for those who go into battle, DESPITE THE REASON.
So, Congresswoman Ducksworth, good on you at putting that faker in his place.