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Why does everybody wanna be such a bad-ass these days?
All these action stories that seem to be dominating the front page; with titles like: "Avenging Angel", "Princess Warrior", "Magic Girl Assassination Squad"; they might be great stories, I don't know, I haven't read them, and it would be idiotic to criticize what I haven't read. Maybe they're not as glib about combat and violence as I think they are; but they seem based on television-type reality, which is to say no reality at all. Which is fine, something to read for fun; seeing yourself as the tale's bad-ass superpowered ninja-girl hero. WHEEEEEEEEE!
Then there's SOUL SURVIVOR. Definitely not a "fun" story. You'll be lucky if you get 30 kudos to the 150+ the action-heroine stories get. But it seems far more grounded in what it would be really like, with far reaching consequences, instead of glib one liners and on to the next exciting chapter. Very moving, the ray of hope at the end hard won.
The word "deserve" plays prominently in this harrowing little story. That seems like survivor's guilt for you, trying to make sense of why in a universe without a nifty television plot arc; where life and death seem so arbitrary you get the horrifying feeling that there's no meaning to anything at all...
Carry on Agnes. Reach out, look deep into yourself, all the stuff it's hard to look at; get healed.
Live the life you deserve, find love and community and purpose and all that good stuff....
for Tommy and for yourself.
~hugs, Veronica
for the axe had convinced them that because his handle
was made of wood he was one of them.
Agreed!
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I see evidence of PTSD almost every day when I go into my local town. It is a military town after all (British Army). People do really strange things and it takes a lot of patience and skill to treat them effects of PTSD. The Local Hospital always has Army Medics in the A&E department.
We could all do more to help those with PTSD.
Importantly, we need to recognise that it is not limited to Service personel and their families.
I knew a fire-fighter who got it after failing to rescue two children from a burning house. He could never go into a smoke filled building again.
He left the fire service and worked for the rest of his working life driving a refuse truck. Sadly, the Big 'C' took him a few years back.
Roger, you were a good man. RIP you are not forgotten.
Samantha
A best friend’s parting gift
lovely.
Real Reality
Real people actually die in wars. Survivors who were next to the unlucky often ask themselves why it was not them and if they could have done something to save them and suffer guilt for years.
The fact is that usually it was just plain luck and the living are not to blame. Agnes has gone through a double dose, with overlapping PTSD and gender transition, but Tommy gave his life so that SHE could be born. It was a gift to be celebrated, not endured in pain.
Hmmm...
I have visited places where the vast majority of the population experience PTSD as a result of war. Indeed the treatment of PTSD for the victims of sexual crimes was a direct derivative of the treatment of those suffering as a result of war. What is really sad is most medical and technological development occur as a result of violence. I read a short piece about a battlefield that was unearthed dating back to 8200 B.C. This gives me pause to wonder if we really have advanced at all!!! BTW... Well done Drea!!!
It Must Be That...
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrat
My Dad lived through
two wars, Vietnam and Korea. I can never know the pain of what he went through, most never will.