Originally Posted by Goldie
men were going to war for millenia before ptsd became a diagnosis. most find ways to cope. some do not.
my b/f's middle son just finished army basic training. most in the family were dismayed by the choice but he did not enjoy school (even though he did well) and didn't want to go to college just yet, racking up debt, before he had a clearer vision of his future. he is transformed by those weeks and appears an entirely different animal than his older brother who is floating aimlessly through his last semester of "liberal arts" at unc with no idea what he wants to do as a "grown-up". middle son currently studying signals intelligence and loving it.
our neighbor has served in the marines and army and is now army national guard. he has seen combat in iraq and afghanistan. he is attending harvard business school, is happily married with a toddler, has started an incubation consulting firm and is an active volunteer for his church and in the local community. yes, he saw some shit, but it didn't break him.
As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.
– Ernest Hemingway