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into the world that all people who have experienced a traumatic event 'walk' every single day.
Every single contributor to this book was a volunteer, and provided their chapters, contributions and stories with no expectations other than to help those dealing with PTSD towards recovery in any way possible. My deepest possible thanks go out to each and every one of them for such an extraordinary and wonderful gesture on behalf of all PTSD sufferers.
My first mission is to gain your trust so here I am, reaching out my hand. With my own PTSD, that was, and still is, not an easy thing to do. I recall digging my well-worn Mariners Cross out of hiding from under my uniform while glancing up at the night sky for the possible glare of a rocket and furtively kissing it before quickly tucking it back out of sight while heading out to the bunkers...and how I thought seriously about kissing the good earth of America after coming home from my Afghanistan deployment. Years after some very good care and some poor care, part of me was, and admittedly still is, stuck — over there, in hell.
First thing I need to say. I always loved the Navy...and I still very much do. I felt at home there. I belonged. What I didn’t love is some of the antiquated beliefs, and some well-scattered pieces of the administration that tended to be left laying around due to the tendency to cling to history in administrative war efforts. There was no high ground...no safe place for anyone there in Afghanistan. You did absolutely everything with your weapon at your side and you...I...was always prepared to use that weapon at a moments
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