soldier PTSD
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He doesn't talk about itHe won't tell me what happened… and I don't expect him to
But I can see it in his eyes
I can feel the way he disappears without having to walk out of the room
Bloodshot eye, wounded in the thigh doesn't cry
Just a normal day under the Helmand sky.
Oxy proxy war in my head night terrors in bed
