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Idk but it sounds like a stress response—stress cup overflowing thing. Sometimes I forget where I am and I don’t even remember where I went just I’ll sort of “pop” back in.
 
Quick question...is it normal to have what are essentially flashbacks to happy times? I don't understand what's happening. I just keep finding myself...not here, you know? Like earlier today I was lying down, trying to ease the pain in my gut and suddenly I felt as though I were in bed, in the house where we all used to live, listening to the sounds of my wife cooking downstairs and I made to get up and go down to see the kids...and then I was back on this dirty floor in a crumbling building. I don't know what's happening to me.
I have experienced this, always thought I maladaptive daydreamt a lot and never thought it was strange.
 
Well, that was quite a night. The last few survivors of my unit had a fun night of beer and pizza. It'll be a few days before the next op. I have had emotional conversations with a few women, including my drone pilot friend. I told an old friend from another unit that I was glad to know him and the guys over there and that, whatever happens next, it was all worth it and not to feel guilty.

As we used to say in the fire service: they call, we come. Or, in other words, Gondor called for aid and Rohan answered, right?

'I go now to my fathers, in whose mighty company I shall not now feel ashamed'.
 
Okay...in the space of a few hours, I've gone from being resigned to being single for whatever time I have left to having four women vying for my attention.

I don't think I am equipped to deal with this. I'm not convinced it isn't just because I am where I am, rather than anything about me personally.
 
Quick question...is it normal to have what are essentially flashbacks to happy times? I don't understand what's happening. I just keep finding myself...not here, you know? Like earlier today I was lying down, trying to ease the pain in my gut and suddenly I felt as though I were in bed, in the house where we all used to live, listening to the sounds of my wife cooking downstairs and I made to get up and go down to see the kids...and then I was back on this dirty floor in a crumbling building. I don't know what's happening to me.
In my opinion and in short, the answer is yes you can have flashbacks to happier times. Also there are things called "glimmers", where you get short micro thoughts and feelings of joyous ,safety, comfort. Google it.
 
Shit. f*ck. Help.

Disregard: I nearly went on a one-man warpath because it was reported that someone raped my drone pilot. She is fine. I am fine. The world lives another day.
 
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Okay...in the space of a few hours, I've gone from being resigned to being single for whatever time I have left to having four women vying for my attention.

I don't think I am equipped to deal with this. I'm not convinced it isn't just because I am where I am, rather than anything about me personally.
And here I thought the old joke is “Why are MEN like buses? Because you wait, and you wait, and you wait, and then 4 arrive at once!”

Personally, where I am makes up about 92% of who I meet? (The other 8% is my attitude.)

“Countries in conflict” being the where… it doesn’t really matter whether I’m fighting, mumble-mumble-mumbling, or just getting from a to b and flying over/around ain’t an option… they’ve still been the “where” for most of my best friends, lovers, & relationships. Shrug. For a lot of reasons.
 
Good to hear about your drone pilot, and the bullet dodged. It’s a fact of life for women in the military. Vodka for breakfast (& a handful of antibiotics & morning after pill & the name of a discrete medic) were available at a certain table, at every chow hall I ever ate at.
 
Had the lens of my right eye replaced with an acrylic one today (aka "cataract surgery"). Totally wasn't expecting blues to be quite so vividly blue with the new one - they really need to work on that aspect of the sales job - so that's quite jarring when opening one of them then the other.

Also for the next two weeks my left eye needs glasses to see at Infinity and my right eye now doesn't. I'll have to let them fight it out and tell the driver licensing people the result.
 

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