Combat hardened and still in his teens. People say he's become bitter and mean. He's definitely different since returning home. After a tour of world policing. He is always on red alert for potential danger zones

Head on a swivel, never ceasing. A master of camouflage. All his body parts are in tact. But one more tour and he may never emotionally come back. You don't easily see it but it is there

Physically present but his mind is elsewhere. He has that thousand yard stare. He's an emotional casualty. A type of psychological amputee. Decades later given the diagnosis of Combat PTSD

Abu Lateef

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