In the sandtrap. I see people die, sometimes by the hundreds. Ive been diagnosed with PTSD and Thanatos. I keep volunteering to come back. I can't explain why I come back. I feel I will never be normal again. Civilians don't understand us. I've known soldiers who come back from Iraq/Stan and end up homeless on the streets. They don't know how to adapt. People can't adapt to them because they are not the same person they were when they left. These soldiers are too proud to seek help and go to a veterans home, the medals they have won, the sacrifices they have made, and now they sleep on the streets.

Is there an answer? I stay here, bloodstained, shell shocked, alone, doing suicide ops, but always survive. What is going to happen to me when I get too old or if this bullshit conflict ever ends? Guess I get to live on the streets with my brothers.