A Hero Tells How It Really Is
This is a three page story that is enormously powerful. I could never hope to clip enough of it to give you the feeling of this piece. I urge you to go to the original URL and read it for yourself. It is a real eyeopener, and it is the least we can do for this hero.
Thirty-eight years ago, on Jan. 20, 1968, I was shot and paralyzed from my mid-chest down during my second tour of duty in Vietnam. It is a date that I can never forget, a day that was to change my life forever. Each year as the anniversary of my wounding in the war approached I would become extremely restless, experiencing terrible bouts of insomnia, depression, anxiety attacks and horrifying nightmares. I dreaded that day and what it represented, always fearing that the terrible trauma of my wounding might repeat itself all over again. It was a difficult day for me for decades and it remained that way until the anxieties and nightmares finally began to subside. |








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