Story #19.26
I didn’t ask for PTSD… it asked for me on that calm fall night. He didn’t knock on my front door nor did he announce he was coming. Like the coward in the woods, he laid low until the perfect time where he took his shot and took over.
Sept 12, 2014. I was the first lieutenant of my fire dept at 22. I was on top of my game young passionate and confident. Did I know it all? Hell no, but just…
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