When I have a flashback, sometimes people will ask me what I see. I'm not capable of telling them. I remember it and see remanants in my head, but I can't find words to describe them. They think they just may be words, but all too often if I can remember enough of them real-time that I can actually describe them, the terror and horror it inflicts is magnified. I can, in a flashback that is only 20-30 seconds long re-experience a terror I lived through that was maybe 30 minutes long. People don't think of it like that. To them it's just words. To us, it's hell in it's own way.