 I return. My world has changed. I am told I was one of the lucky ones. There are no sighs here. The war rages on. The wounds run deep. Trapped and isolated, I drown myself. Liquid courage runs through me. I can't wake from the nightmare. There is no relief from its haunts. The replays are endless, And trust, obsolete. My knees buckle. My strength depleted. Crippled, I'm at its mercy. There's no escaping this battlefield. There are no winners in war. For the "Silent Battle" that effects our veterans rages on. PTSD is real and its effects can be devastating.
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