First message
severe PTSD. That’s what the files on each soldier said. A final review before they send you home. Losing James. Someone who meant so much more then just a best friend. A brother. The dead bodies.The gunshots.The blood.The prayers whispered before they met their deaths.Everytime I close my eyes, they replay.But now I’m coming home. To her.The love of my life.I stand in the front door of her house. She goes to college now, Lives with her parents.I pray she doesn’t notice the darkness in my eyes