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PTSD

Turn the corner

Hand tenses

Looking down the iron sights I see an object fall

"Tango down" I call over the radio

what was his name? Tango, Threat, Terrorist, doesn't matter.

Explosion

Mud brick wall vaporized into dust

Keep going

Out of breathe

Keep going

Hand tenses

"Tango down"

Does it have kids? A Family? Threat eliminated

Round the corner

Hand tenses

"Three tangos on west building roof top"

Bullets from my brothers **** by my helmet

Return fire

"Take Cover!"

Sweat drenched face fogs up my goggles

Explosion

Brick pieces pummel my back

Ears ringing, faintly hearing

"Alpha down, Medic!"

Blurred vision, equilibrium thrown off

Raise my rifle

Hand tenses

Silhouette falls

"Medic!" heard faintly

Hand tenses

"Are you okay?" sounds distant

Hand tenses

"babe?" getting louder

Hand tenses

 

Hand tenses

 

Wake up

Sheets heavy with sweat

"Babe, are you ok?"

Throwing the blankets I jump back to the edge of the bed

Her frightened face

I've seen before

I look down

Hands tense

Same look, no tangos

No threats

Just Ghosts

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Written by
NobleSerf
Published
May 23, 2014
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Tags
#war#depression#fight#ptsd#stillfighting
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