Unsung Heroes Final Chapter

I’d like to close this piece with a song by a group called Dream Theater. The song is titled, “The Enemy Inside”(lyrics are at the end). I’ve listened to this song for a couple of years now and I’ve even sang the lyrics a time or 2 but when I listened to it the other day, I realized something. As I listened to the words, I mean really listened, I got a better understanding of what Bob and other combat veterans feel. I’m referring to PTSD.

In an interview with a writer from Song Facts, Dream Theater guitarist John Petrucci says,

“…at the time that we were in the studio working on the album and I was writing lyrics, the Boston Marathon bombings happened. There was a lot of discussion of terrorism and PTSD as it affects people who witness traumatic events like terrorism, so it was just very on my mind. It linked very well with the mood of the song, and as we started to get into it, I watched some documentaries and things like that. I was like, ‘This is really something that needs to be written about.'”

John Petrucci is right PTSD, or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, is something that needs to written and talked about more. It is a disorder in which a person has difficulty recovering after experiencing or witnessing a terrifying event. The problem with PTSD is that oftentimes, if it’s not dealt with properly and effectively, a person is more likely to turn to drugs and/or alcohol in an attempt to self medicate their internal demons away.

While it certainly affects other people, PTSD tends to affect military men and women slightly different. The image of a soldier is oftentimes described as stoic, or a person who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining, but they are still humans who have the same feelings as you and me. The difference is that veterans are often not likely to talk to a therapist, let alone even ask for help for c aroused reasons. Sometimes they aren’t allowed to talk about their experiences.

There have been many studies done on ways to treat our service men and women with PTSD. Medication is one thing that helps but perhaps something that helps even more is feeling accepted. I can see this when I hear of service animals serving as emotional support for our military.  What do our furry companions do for humans? They provide a source of unlimited and unconditional love. Combat veterans feel repulsed by things they’ve done or seen. They may feel like they’re horrible monsters. A service animal will love that veteran or any person with PTSD for who they are and the love in their hearts.

Families of veterans and currently serving soldiers are also affected with PTSD. Having the spouse leave for some far off land to protect our country while ducking and dodging bullets is very hard on any family member. Mom or dad not being home for Christmas and other momentous occasions is hard on both the spouse and children.

There is an ending for Bob’s story. Due to the sensitive nature of it, I have left it out. Suffice it to say, he is one of many veterans who’ve fallen thru the cracks of the system. He and I are looking for some help to bring his story to a better end and perhaps give him every some peace. The help that may be required would probably need to be someone pretty high ranking in government. He has been searching far longer than I have. If you know of anyone who can help, you can either leave a comment or private message me.

In closing, my hope is that you not only enjoyed reading this but maybe even caught a message. Hopefully you learned about something you previously didn’t know. Most of all, I my hope is that you caught a message of respect. Respect for not only military men and women but for other people no matter their race or creed, and respect for yourself. Perhaps you’ll find the same appreciation for our military, our flag and our country. Bob is but one soldier who gave up his life – his entire life – for this country. If you don’t show respect the flag, national anthem, service men and women, then show respect for this man. His life was forever changed so you could enjoy the way of life you live today. The way of life you take for granted.

Thought for the day: “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.” ~ Wendy Mass

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Dream Theater

“The Enemy Inside”

Over and over again
I relive the moment
I’m bearing the burden within
Open wounds hidden under my skin

Pain is real as a cut that bleeds
The face I see every time I try to sleep
Staring at me crying

[CHORUS]
I’m running from the enemy inside
Looking for the life I left behind
These suffocating memories are etched upon my mind
And I can’t escape from the enemy inside

I sever myself from the world
and shut down completely
All alone in my own living hell
overcome with irrational fear

Under the weight of the world on my chest
I buckle and break as I try to catch my breath
Tell me I’m not dying

[CHORUS]
I’m running from the enemy inside
Looking for the life I left behind
These suffocating memories are etched upon my mind
And I can’t escape from the enemy inside

I’m a burden and a travesty
I’m a prisoner of regret
Between the flashbacks and the violent dreams
I am hanging on the edge

Disaster lurks around the bend
Paradise came to an end
And no magic pill
can bring it back again

[CHORUS]
I’m running from the enemy inside
Looking for the life I left behind
These suffocating memories are etched upon my mind
And I can’t escape from the enemy inside

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About Bella’s Thoughts. This is a project that I began in my mind a number of years ago when I began reading some daily meditations. I had my own thoughts on many occasions and attempted to journal many times without success. It began to take shape when I took on another project for a Spiritual Advisor and dear friend who past away. To learn more about me read my very first blog post. For more daily reflections go to... https://www.facebook.com/Stephanies-Sweetgrass-and-Dancin-1414954615472943/

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