My life has been one long string of PTSD episodes. The physical repercussions of my experiences hit me at strange times. The way my body seems to move without the actual decision to move it...on occasion...and the flashes of insight...the tests to see if the barrier will break...is the hypnosis deep enough to save me from my own truth...just in case...just in case I remember what happened to me before the people responsible get caught up in their own webs.
This is the danger of every battle.
I remember the look on Tony's face when they dropped him behind enemy lines. That happy, high-as-hell, grin on his face. Just to get the combat-training...so he could make rank...and get that promotion. I saw it. Just like I was him climb out of the water...grinning...and looking like a drowned rat in an Armani suit.
The bottom-line is, "who cares?"
The War is over. We're just playing politics and mopping up...swabbing the deck...if you will. And SECNAV can take a hike. If I was rich, I'd be someone. But, I'm nobody.
~AC
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