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Flashback - PTSD



 



He’s six foot one



Muscles in his spit



Only a brave man



Would give him any shxt,



Yet he’s standing there



Trembling and trying 



But he can’t stop himself



From sobbing and crying.



Bosnia flashback,



Vision and sound,



So the other Veterans



All gather around



And they listen 



And they talk



Because all of them



Have walked the walk.



Not long after



Flashback gone,



Normal life



Just carries on.



Or at least as normal



As it’s ever been



Coping with memories



Of what they’ve seen.



 



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Flashback - PTSD