There's been a lot of talk about PTSD in recent years (i.e. since Vietnam) but it was always a problem. The boys/men would come home with those horrors embedded in their brains, and have to carry that shit around for the rest of their lives. My dad lived to be 87, and in the last few weeks of his life, it was like he was reliving the horrors he'd seen 55 years earlier. He'd flip out and attack the nurses if they came into his room at night.
This is so tragic. It fills me with awe at the pain our soldiers endure in the business of killing. a pox on war. It never ends, even after it's supposedly ends. It lives on in our memories, and in our children's minds. Why do we never learn?
i think the man who told this has amazing storytelling ability. he says so little and it's more than enough. add the restrained, beautiful black and white animation and it's heartbreaking.
Okay, I so love these "coincidences". I spent the better part of the last few days on the StoryCorps web site after hearing a special on the radio. I was so moved by many of the voices and the stories such as this, and some of the love stories. I checked to see if it is available in Canada , but not yet. Thinking of my father -in-law in this light, was on my mind when I wrote this morning.
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There's been a lot of talk about PTSD in recent years (i.e. since Vietnam) but it was always a problem. The boys/men would come home with those horrors embedded in their brains, and have to carry that shit around for the rest of their lives. My dad lived to be 87, and in the last few weeks of his life, it was like he was reliving the horrors he'd seen 55 years earlier. He'd flip out and attack the nurses if they came into his room at night.
This is so tragic. It fills me with awe at the pain our soldiers endure in the business of killing. a pox on war. It never ends, even after it's supposedly ends. It lives on in our memories, and in our children's minds. Why do we never learn?
thank you for the lovely comment. i don't get may... so i appreciate it! i <3 your blog!
My music tastes are very narrow... but your title made me want to watch Back to the Future. All three.
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i think the man who told this has amazing storytelling ability. he says so little and it's more than enough. add the restrained, beautiful black and white animation and it's heartbreaking.
Okay, I so love these "coincidences".
I spent the better part of the last few days on the StoryCorps web site after hearing a special on the radio.
I was so moved by many of the voices and the stories such as this, and some of the love stories.
I checked to see if it is available in Canada , but not yet.
Thinking of my father -in-law in this light, was on my mind when I wrote this morning.
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