got the eye surgery, but fukked up my back and knees:RussTales:
As it should be. You deserve it

almost 5 years. 11Bravo(Infantry)Thanks g how long did you serve and wat was your job if you dont mind me askin
got the eye surgery, but fukked up my back and knees:RussTales:
As it should be. You deserve it
almost 5 years. 11Bravo(Infantry)Thanks g how long did you serve and wat was your job if you dont mind me askin
Holy shyt.My grandfather fought in WW2. I obviously didn’t know him as a young man but as an old man he was a quiet reserved person that just paid the bills and stayed in the den. He never once talked about the war. He had the temperament of someone who saw fukked up shyt. His brother my great uncle used to have a near breakdown when planes flew across the house for the first few years after coming back. My dad fought in the Gulf War and served 20 years. He talks about death a lot. He once called my mom from over there screaming saying he was scared wasn’t coming back. I know he saw shyt. He won’t talk either. My dad’s friend from work had a breakdown a few years ago after seeing a box with wires hanging out of it. When he was fighting over there, they were driving through some place in multiple cars and they got attacked. His best friend was in the car ahead and the car got blown to bits. He saw his friends limbs and body parts go everywhere and after the fighting was over he was shellshocked and delirious and he saw his boy all over the place and he put all of the body parts into a box and carried it backSeeing that box at work triggered him and he was crying in the bathroom for like 45 minutes. My dad had to talk him down. My dad sympathizes with him because he fought too but said no one at work likes being around him when he doesn’t take his meds
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This might be legit the stupidest post I've ever read on this sitePTSD was less back in the days because they didn’t give out benefits. They had people who were built for war signing up. Now because sign up for “money for college” or a “way out”
dumbest post on the site for the day.
You need one of these ptsd killers to murder your family and then you will have something to complai about
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shyt some of these stories is just...
The ugly side of war is no joke...
Damn. So many fukkery stories from my coworkers that served.
2 of them from my old jobs became trannies after they got out.![]()
Think there's a good side brehs
Wats your mos ?Got that Marine Corps bag 40![]()
countries still got all my limbs and no PTSD my life’s been a JBO thread
This life ain't for every body. Some can't handle it. The same people complaining or having issues could of possibly had issues anyway. Also I really dislike how people think PTSD has to be service related. A lot of us from the Hoods already had signs and symptoms of PTSD from friends and family members being shot or being shot at or raped or abused or whatever you may have...So I can't blame the military for these issues...
It also took me 17 years to realize this i would of told you otherwise at 3 years in. And this comes from reflection and time spent in combat, on staff in combat, planning for combat, training for combat, recruiting others, training others, figuring out what training others needed, and now advising.
Sadly some of us are more likely to have a traumatic or bad experiences right in their home town. Some people just aren't physically or mentally tough and some just lack empathy or a social conscious.
Ask yourself have you lost friends, seen a tragedy, been involved in a tragedy, caused the tragedy. Just sit back and reflect.
PR Team is doing hari kari right now.
Let's be reality. The recruitment phase of the next war will be damn near approaching a draft.
We've been at peace for too long, and there isn't any terrorist attack (yet) to get the COD crew smelling themselves.
Gen Z is the most fakkity generation yet. Good luck getting soldiers that have what it takes to fight.
I didn't tell anyone where their issue stems from. Everyone has issues that began in varying places based on various life experiences.