I am angry tonight. Angry at the lack of understanding that returning warriors have faced for millennia and I still must face in the broken hearts of those who have been fighting our goddamn wars for more than 16 years now….and still they come home to blatant insensitivity. Angry that any heart could not stretch its imagination enough to perceive what war does to the heart, mind, soul. That anyone could have the arrogance to assume war is an adventure or something that you just get out of your system and move on from, as if it didn’t happen. As if it doesn’t change you so much that you will never be the same. As if it’s not sacred ground.

Angry that warriors are sent off to war as “heroes” and turned into “untrustworthy, messed up, might-be-dangerous losers” when they come home to stay. Angry that PTSD is used as a label to let society wash their hands of the spirit wounds of war.

Because, guess what? War is difficult shit.

Guess what else? Life after war is difficult shit, too.

No. Don’t comment on this post to tell me that there ARE those who do care. I know there are. I know there are more that truly do care than those who don’t. I know for many people this just isn’t their issue, not their problem. They respect the troops and many are fighting hard for their warriors. I know that you are grateful and you mean well, and it’s not your fault that you don’t know what to say or not say.

I get it.

I’m still mad.

And you know what? It’s still your fault. You choose not to learn. You choose not to see. You refuse to use your empathy to imagine how it might feel to be that warrior…and you do have empathy.  You don’t have any trouble imagining what that poor dog on Animal Cops feels like who’s suffered and needs some patience and love and acceptance. Oh, yes, you have empathy.

Even as I write this I know my anger is not going to do shit. Shaming you isn’t right, is it? Well, maybe shame is all that’s left. Sixteen years. You’ve had sixteen years to learn.

You want me to let you off the hook with all the comforting rationales. I’ll let you off the hook when you stop sending these warriors to war.

Someone I love once told me that I needed to understand that very few people would ever understand me. That is true. I accept that. Very few understand…perhaps only my warriors…why this even matters to me.

And writing this, I feel as if I’m speaking to an empty auditorium. Words vanishing into thin air. The people I’m angry with don’t give a fuck and if they haven’t in 16 years, they’re not going to now.

But I still do. Because their callous, hurtful, stupid words pierce my warriors’ hearts and leave them feeling more alone and isolated and misunderstood than ever. Words that come from people who are supposed to actually care. Relatives. Family. Parents. Spouses. Lovers. Friends. Teachers. Employers. Pastors. Doctors. Therapists.

Why the fuck is it so hard for you to get it?

They’re not aliens! Can’t you see they are human beings? Where is your fucking courage? You can send them off to kill, but you can’t initiate a tough conversation? WTF? How hard is it to show compassion and say you don’t know what they’ve been through or how they feel, but you know its traumatic and hurts the heart and you are here for them and will do your best to understand because you are human, too? No judgment.

God, I’m railing at people who will never get it. Angry at them because they fail warriors I love. They fail. Yes, they do. I hear the impact of their failure. Because they fail, my warriors’ worlds get smaller and smaller. And before you pipe up with bullshit about how warriors don’t like to talk about it, and are a close-knit bunch…shut up and listen.

They talk when they feel safe. They talk when they trust you. They cry. They shiver. They fall apart. They refind their strength. They weep and mourn. They confess their fears and their failings. They open their hearts and let themselves be vulnerable and exposed…and trust me, that is the most terrifying position for any warrior to be in. But they do it because they are human.

These are the toughest souls you will ever meet and the most tender and fragile hearts. They don’t need you to cure them, they need you to accept them, to have some fucking respect for the sacred nature of what war does to the soul.

And maybe, to give them a little hope that while they will never be the same, they will always be human. And for that, they belong.

13 thoughts on “16 Years & They Still Don’t F***ing Get It

  1. You are so welcome. Your understanding will help bring them peace. May you all experience healing, including you.

  2. Thank you for this. The light bulb justcameon for me to understand why my father, brother inlaw and uncle could never talk about what they’ve been through in their wars. I sit here crying reading this and hope theyfindpeace.

  3. Birtta, I just laugh at them now. Its better than getting angry. I then try to explain to others why combat vets just don’t get over it. Some seem like they get it. Others, not so much. Those who have had life threatening experiences seem to grasp it quicker. Yoga, meditation, and prayer helped me take the edge off that anger. Thanks for the great posts. Helps to know the world is bigger than the 90 or so joes and janes I shared a cesspool with for 13 months.

  4. I am looking forward to Horses and Heroes, Theresa. I have neighbors who have horses so I get “equine therapy” on the cheap for the price of a couple of carrots or apples. The neighbors are cool-they let me wander in and out of the corale or ride anytime I want to. Lucky for me the horses don’t seem to mind all my issues 😉

  5. I did not serve but I understand, which is why I am producing the TV series, Horses and Heroes. It’s not always easy to ask for help. The series combines equine therapy with peer support therapy to help veterans deal with their core issues. Unlike most in the genre, it will focus on healing and positive growth rather than endorsing bad behavior. Each season will bring together veterans from WWII to the current conflicts. They will be sharing their challenges and supporting each other as they find new solutions to their physical and emotional challenges. Working together they will rebuild the lives from the inside out.

  6. I so hear you, my dear. The VA is abandoning patients here, and I weep inside knowing this while Ari hold the hand of the young medic who has no idea what’s happening to him is PTS bc he was ‘just doing his job’.

  7. Great posting! Keep it up and thank you. Thank you so much.


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