PREVIOUS POST WAS AN OOPS..I AM GLAD I FOUND THIS FORUM. I AM AN OPERATION IRAQI FREEDOM VET WHO WAS DIAGNOSED WITH PTSD. SHOOT I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS THAT FUDGE UP UNTIL I SAT DOWN WITH THE SHRINK. SEE WHEN I AM AMONG FELLOW SOLDIERS THIS STUFF IN MY HEAD DOESN'T BOTHER ME AS MUCH, 'CAUSE I KNOW YOU FELLOWS UNDERSTAND MY CIRCUMSTANCES. CIVILIANS DON'T KNOW SQUAT, BUT TO CRITICIZED OUR ACTIONS. I WAS INFANTRY TRAINED TO KILL, THROUGH OUT BASIC THIS WAS CONCRETED IN MY HEAD. DURING THE WAR I WITNESSED ALOT OF COLLATERAL DAMAGED, BUT AT THE TIME I CARED LESS 'CAUSE I 'WAS TRAINED TO KILL.' HUNGRY DOGS DEVOURED HUMAN FLESH ON THE STREETS AND I CARED LESS 'CAUSE 'I WAS TRAINED TO KILL.' ONE OF MY COMRADES SHOT A CIVILIAN, BUT IT DIDN'T BOTHERED ME 'CAUSE 'I WAS TRAINED TO KILL.' FUDGE WASN I GOT OUT OF THE ARMY AND I WAS SENT BACK INTO THE CIVILIAN WORLD ALL OF THIS STUFF SANK IN MY HEAD. NOW I AM STUCK IN MY BUNKER I CALLED HOME 'CAUSE MY SOCIAL LIFE GOT MESSED UP. WAR SUCKS, BUT ONLY THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN THERE UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH IT DOES. HOPEFULLY SOME OF YOU OLDER VETS THAT HAVE BEEN THROUGH THIS THING CALLED PTSD CAN GIVE ME SOME ADVICE ON HOW TO DEAL WITH IT. THE ONLY THING CONTROLLING MY EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW IS THESE DAME PILLS THAT ARE MESSING UP MY LIVER UP EACH TIME I INTAKE ONE. SHOOT I AM FUDGE FOR LIFE. FOR MY SERVICE TO THE GOOD OLD US OF A, I SHOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE A FREE DRINK IN EVERY BAR I GOT TO. HOOOAH!!!