As I sit here today thinking back to where I was that morning. I remember my now husband calling me from Australia and asking me how close we were to the twin towers. I had just heard about it on the radio as I left my class at college. I remarked to him 8 hour drive, he was relieved. We had no idea the devastation and fight for freedom that would ensue for the next 12 years, the many young lives lost or maimed to fight for their countries. The young men that saw more than they should ever in a lifetime and will always have the terrible night mares we now know as PTSD.
Give them the strength to carry on and give them help to do so, let them talk about their battles not cover them up with pills. I was drawn to tears while watching the amazing race this week, when a soldier told his story to raise money as a busker. These are the people we should all be looking up to.
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