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Shortly after I arrived at Kandahar Airfield and before undergoing the first of many rocket and ground attacks.
That shines newbie face changed. The look eroded with each race for shelter as the Taliban ordnance tore into our ‘secure’ base.
Tracers as planes took off and landed found me playing under my breath for the life of every soul on board...as well as the bodies of those already gone that I knew were carried in honor in the back of each plane. The ‘rockets glare’ would forever scar me from wanting to view fireworks ever again...because the memories would drag me back to that airfield all over again.
Each round of incoming added to what was becoming the foundation of the PTSD that stalks me to this very day. A dark creature clinging to my back and raising the hair like hackles on a dog.
ENS COURTENAY NOLD, 6415, THIRD NAVAL CONSTRUCTION REGIMENT, KANDAHAR AIRFIELD AFGHANISTAN - 2010-2011
