Been gone for a while.

Every once in a while, I have to leave and fight the demons. This was one of those weeks. :confused:
Needed some sanity time, so we took the bikes out for some "in the wind" time. Wife is enjoying her trike. (y)

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I was one of the lucky ones. I left the demons over there, but there is an every now and then time that I get a flashback. I don’t know if it’s caused by a trigger or just something deep seeded in my brain.

I had a friend (he has since died) who would kind of go freaky whenever he hard a helicopter go over near him. I haven’t heard any choppers that sounded like the Hueys in Vietnam, but the Sikorsky sounds more like any helicopter that flies overhead.
 
I was one of the lucky ones. I left the demons over there, but there is an every now and then time that I get a flashback. I don’t know if it’s caused by a trigger or just something deep seeded in my brain.

I had a friend (he has since died) who would kind of go freaky whenever he hard a helicopter go over near him. I haven’t heard any choppers that sounded like the Hueys in Vietnam, but the Sikorsky sounds more like any helicopter that flies overhead.
I know that feeling. :( The fight goes ever onward. As I've aged, I've started to wonder what kind of family life those people I've killed had. Wife's, children, relatives grieving for them. Makes it hard. :(

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The sound of helicopters always instantly take me back.

There is a NG unit 40 miles or so from me and when they do their one weekend a month training as hard of hearing as I am I can hear the Chinooks long before I see them.......then I start to remember.

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I know that feeling. :( The fight goes ever onward. As I've aged, I've started to wonder what kind of family life those people I've killed had. Wife's, children, relatives grieving for them. Makes it hard. :(

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Now, that brings back memories. For months after I came home, I would see some of those faces lying in the grass. We had a few guys that would turn some over just so they could see if they were dead or maybe how young they may be. When I was home, I would sometimes lie in bed and think about their families and if they suffered like our families when they found out that one of their relatives were killed. It kind of made me sad.
 

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