Afraid? you bet, my time in Nam did that for me.
Think about that place every day. Can't get shed of it. Truth is it will never leave, it can't, it has you from the moment it dug into your brain and it has no intention of letting go. It has cost me soooo much the last 50 yrs, confusion, anger, regret, a couple of nights in jail, confused family and friends who did not know me anymore. Little triggers that bring back the pics and smells and the noise of combat, the FEAR, everyday you wonder if its my turn to meet my maker. What will God think of me when my time comes? Seeing faces of those who I took everything from. Did he have a loving wife, parents, kids, do those folks still think about him.
There is no glory in war, only misery and fear, loneliness, loss of friends and at that time hatred. Feelings of joy when you see the enemy dead, feelings of fear and sorrow for your friends who will never have anything ever again! Guilt, oh the guilt, why him and not me, sometimes only a few inches or feet away, the sound of pain, the smell and taste of blood and the high from your own adrenaline that floods your brain, hands shaking, heart racing, all senses working at their highest levels, nothing in life will be like that again, it is almost addictive. PTSD, the devils dope, gets you and there is no cure, hate it, hate it, hate it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Afraid? you bet.