After a war, the only enemy that remains is yourself. You have to fight your fears and start again in a society that can either embrace you or look down on you if you are a loser.The scars and wounds are so deep that deform you forever.
Sartre said:
"Freedom is what we do with what is done to us."
So after a war, we are condemned to be free and it is hard to sleep as a soldier and wake up as an ordinary man.How difficult it is to open our eyes to a new reality.We are never prepared to adapt ourselves to what life offers us.It is not easy to prepare a lemonade when you don't know what a lemon is.I have a friend who has been to war there. When he came back, he lost everything: wife, kids, dignity. His addiction destroyed him and his health.Poetry saved him but what he lost will never belong to him again.In the end, it is always our hearts that can rescue us from our mistakes/fears and set us free.Great write Sibs.

That's a masterpiece!

This is actually pretty heart-breaking, Sibs. I didn't understand it fully until reading the description at the bottom. Came back today to read it again and it made my stomach churn.

PTSD is no joke.