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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