Bill Dickerson
Gold Member
I was watching a documentary of the Korean war at Chosin. The film got to the description of the dead frozen in grotesque positions and of course they had video of this.
This triggered the Memory of handling dead children. I blew it off when I was doing so but it has come back to haunt me. I can still feel a warm body in the shroud and it's so against human nature to handle a baby in a plastic bag.
Still warm seems full of life just like holding your own kids when they were little. Placing them in a cooler seems so wrong leaving them alone seems so wrong. When they are cold and stiff it's different. They just feel like the shell that they were. That tugs at you too but you know they are out of pain and in a better place.
The anxiety just swept over me. It took all of my energy and I went and slept for about four hours. I hate the ones that sneak up on me. Seeming unrelated events trigger memories, feelings. I hate that.
This triggered the Memory of handling dead children. I blew it off when I was doing so but it has come back to haunt me. I can still feel a warm body in the shroud and it's so against human nature to handle a baby in a plastic bag.
Still warm seems full of life just like holding your own kids when they were little. Placing them in a cooler seems so wrong leaving them alone seems so wrong. When they are cold and stiff it's different. They just feel like the shell that they were. That tugs at you too but you know they are out of pain and in a better place.
The anxiety just swept over me. It took all of my energy and I went and slept for about four hours. I hate the ones that sneak up on me. Seeming unrelated events trigger memories, feelings. I hate that.