Yesterday, a co-worker and I were taking about 500 envelopes (some of them were large manila ones containing certificates. All were galloneer recognitions. We completely filled the mail pick up box and had to bring some back inside and put them in to go out today. I mean, we FILLED the box. But we were very, very quiet about it, just in case
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My father served in WWII, and an uncle did as well. I have a couple of cousins who were in the military. One of them is a jackass and never did anything anywhere there was shooting.
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He's stubborn as shit though and won't go and get help for it. Sometimes I want to strangle him!!
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I'm lucky that Pat will say he needs help. He sees a therapist regularly. He has PTSD, but it's not from war, and I have PTSD and it's not from war. So we both have a lot of experience with the waking nightmares and panic attacks. It's shit to live with, but therapy can help.
They're actually doing great things with Ecstacy these days. Pat and I read about all the various treatments. He won't try that one, but apparently they've had great success at the VA with treating vets.
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