ThomasUSArmy
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I just checked myself out of the VA hospital. I check myself in after 9 days of complete confusion, anxiety attacks, panic, fear, sadness, and feeling desperate for some help and relief from my owne thoughts. I can feel myself going crazy. I have always been a mentally strong person until recently when the anxiety attacks started to take over my life.
I was assigned to funeral detail the last 8 months of my military career. To see the family members as we honoured there deceased loved one, was one of the hardest things I had ever had to experience. At the time it felt like an honour and a privilege to perform this service. I can still remember how I felt when 50 motorcycles revved ther engine and the P.O.W flags waved in the air off the back of the bikes. I was always relieved when I got to do the 21 gun salute. That meant I did not have to be standing right next to the family during the service.
I have many memories of those sad days at a grave site as we laid to rest another solder. In September of 2010 my uncle passed away. He was a WW2 vet and was in the battle of the bulge. I got to meet some of his army buddies, who are now in there late 80's. The military portion of the service was a disgrace In my opinion. I had the honour of presenting the flag to my mother after I fixed the poor job they did on folding it. That's when my life fell apart. I no longer leave my house. I have such bad panic and anxiety attacks I have black outs. My wife tells me about what I did during this time with really no recall or very little. I need help.
I was assigned to funeral detail the last 8 months of my military career. To see the family members as we honoured there deceased loved one, was one of the hardest things I had ever had to experience. At the time it felt like an honour and a privilege to perform this service. I can still remember how I felt when 50 motorcycles revved ther engine and the P.O.W flags waved in the air off the back of the bikes. I was always relieved when I got to do the 21 gun salute. That meant I did not have to be standing right next to the family during the service.
I have many memories of those sad days at a grave site as we laid to rest another solder. In September of 2010 my uncle passed away. He was a WW2 vet and was in the battle of the bulge. I got to meet some of his army buddies, who are now in there late 80's. The military portion of the service was a disgrace In my opinion. I had the honour of presenting the flag to my mother after I fixed the poor job they did on folding it. That's when my life fell apart. I no longer leave my house. I have such bad panic and anxiety attacks I have black outs. My wife tells me about what I did during this time with really no recall or very little. I need help.