I was shaken. I was not normal. This was not a thing normal people do. And why? I had been in no firefights, never been blown up, carried my rifle almost as a mere formality on a heavily protected FOB
Integrating Reintegration
Angry Staff Officer
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A strange guilt came to me when I felt this. I was never shot at or harmed in anyway. Despite the nightmares, I felt I should stay quiet about it since I never actually saw combat. It’s good to know I was “normal,” and not just weak.

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