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Dec 16, 2012 00:47

Finally have my soldier boy home again..its nice to see him but i wish that the circumstances were better. It breaks my heart to see my kids hurt and i hate that i cant fix it for him. Its one of those wonderful processes that he must go through to get past. He has been told to tell his stories..likely so he gets it out of him..so its not eating him alive. As i sit and listen to the things he says, i am in shock! I know that being in a war zone is no picnic..i know that he is a soldier..but first and foremost, he is my Baby Boy.
The experiences that he's endured..coming close to death in a surprise attack..killing an enemy and watching as the life drained from his eyes..having to fire on a child who was going to take his life..i listen as he regales his younger brothers with war stories..i watch as they gaze at him in wonder and pride..applauding confirmed kills and assaults on officers..i share their pride, certainly..and yet i feel sad to know that these were real situations..horrifying events that he went through..that weigh on his mind and haunt his dreams..if i could take the pain and the turmoil that plagues him, i would in a heartbeat..as it is, the best i can do is listen..let him get it all out..help him to heal and move forward..
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