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Ptsd Music Playlist

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My brother died of cancer a few years back. His favorite song was Tim McGraw's 'Live like you were dieing', well because he was...

It is one of my favorite songs as well.
 
These two songs pretty much sum up the mood at the moment.



My favorite lyric of the two. "You can't depend on the goodly hearted, the goodly hearted made lampshades and soap"
 
went with a friend to a concert, first two bands sucked.. the showpiece band grew on me (Epica)

lol these guys came on and it brought me back to X port at the Irish bar.. (there was one in almost every port stateside) This is like Dropkick Murphys on caffeine... made me think of Wagon and Sludge and all the other squids out there who I know at one point in their career swung their mug back and forth singing along to "What do you do with a drunken sailor"

they are MUCH better live as in last ngiht. a lot harder and more of the irish infleuence tho.. what heavy metal band uses a tin whistle? lol

 
When I first started going to my therapist, I thought that she might have been part of the "flower power" bunch and not too receptive to treating a combat Veteran. As we wound our way through the sticky mass that is my psyche, she told me that she had heard from a friend of a friend in Nam that the friend didn't get many letters from home and that mail call kinda sucked for him.


So, she starts writing him letters. No romance, no touchy-feely, just upbeat letters to let him know the someone cared. Good thing, he didn't make it back. She still had the letters that he wrote her. I told her how historically significant those letters were and told her of the Vietnam Project the University of Texas has been working on for years. She told me she would look in to it.

Hope so. Those letters were gold back then.

Sarg
 
When I first started going to my therapist, I thought that she might have been part of the "flower power" bunch and not too receptive to treating a combat Veteran. As we wound our way through the sticky mass that is my psyche, she told me that she had heard from a friend of a friend in Nam that the friend didn't get many letters from home and that mail call kinda sucked for him.


So, she starts writing him letters. No romance, no touchy-feely, just upbeat letters to let him know the someone cared. Good thing, he didn't make it back. She still had the letters that he wrote her. I told her how historically significant those letters were and told her of the Vietnam Project the University of Texas has been working on for years. She told me she would look in to it.

Hope so. Those letters were gold back then.

Sarg


Nothing like be reminded that somebody still cares. I carried a few of those in my survival vest -- right next to the Mars bars, the ammo and my .45 ACP. Sometimes paper is more powerful than weaponry.
 
Still have every letter my wife, then girl friend, sent me and she has all that I sent her as well.

Every once in a great while I read through some and it really takes me back to those times. It's important to remember where we've come from.

And Sarg, you've gotta' pay your dues to sing the blues; you have Bro.
 
I broke up with my girlfriend before I went to Nam. I was convinced that I'd never come back and I didn't what her to wait until I was confirmed. Many of us airdales went MIA. A good friend of mine was MIA until about the 80s when they surveyed the wreckage and found some personal items of his and declared him KIA. He finally made it home about five years back and the whole crew minus one was interned in a mass grave at Arlington.

I was a free agent. That led to risk taking that I would probably have thought twice about before jumping in with both feet had I a wife or children to think about. That happened when they they asked for volunteers to fly 105mm up to the Marines at Khe Sanh Tet 68. I looked around and all I saw were family men. Hell with that, I'm going. Scared the hell outta me but it made the Marines happy campers.

Risk taking led to deeper involvement and even deeper involvement until I realized I was way over my head. I think that's when old Doc Frankenstein rewired me for 220 volt 3 phase. Same world as everybody's except the perceptions had shifted. Some orbiting around Pluto.

No, I'm not drunk, or stoned. It's 2 a.m. in the morning after another lousy night's sleep.

Goofey out!

Sarg
 
Risk taking led to deeper involvement and even deeper involvement until I realized I was way over my head. I think that's when old Doc Frankenstein rewired me for 220 volt 3 phase. Same world as everybody's except the perceptions had shifted. Some orbiting around Pluto.

Sarg

Beautifully put.
 
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