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“I got my Service Dog when I was medically retired out of the military, and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wish every medically retired serviceman could have a Service Dog. He's amazing. He's my best bud. I go everywhere and anywhere with him.” - Marcus Luttrell
Courtenay: When I went back to my barracks after dark, I could always rely on a regiment member from the Intel shop (usually their Chief Petty Officer) or one of his staff, to drive me there.
Sometimes, when a rocket attack announcement occurred and as I laid down on the dusty floor, I wanted to stay inside after the requisite five minutes instead of dealing with the crowded bunker.
I just wanted to be left alone, crowding myself into the corner space at my desk that was like my own little hideout.
It seems like the safest place to be...much safer than the cement bunker where a missile could pass right overhead. My heart was beating faster and I can feel my blood pressure rising...and my ears felt like they are on fire.
Anywhere I don’t have a clear exit; where I can’t stand or sit with my back to a wall, are situations I must avoid whenever possible. I am the same way when exposed to too many triggers, loud music, T.V. shows and movies.
Tension originates in my stomach and makes its way to my back, arms, shoulders and neck, only lessening once identified and consciously fought against.
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