Hi everyone. I was in the Navy for 6 years, and did two OIF/OEF deployments on the USS Enterprise in '06 and '07. I was Intel, so we provided a lot of support trying to find IEDs and dropping bombs... Though, most of the bombs we dropped in Iraq tended to be on houses & townhouses.
Before that in '05 I spent 6 months working the Predator missions with the AF as an imagery analyst. I spent a lot of hours just watching Iraqis and Afghanis (but mostly Iraqis), watching their houses and following cars and such, especially before raids. I guess I've sort of been having a hard time reconciling the times we were wrong, and the times watching the kids play outside, then knowing I bombed houses just like that. Way too many houses.
I think I was doing alright though up until me and my (then) fiance had a run in with a dirty plainclothes detective in Baltimore (who I initially thought was an armed crackhead) a year after I got back, in early '09. After that everything started to go downhill, started isolating myself, my relationship started getting more and more unhealthy and explosive, so on and so on. So yeah, after my relationship reached a breaking point, I finally went in for counseling with that and to my surprise (and initial embarrassment) they diagnosed me with PTSD.
So now I'm just goin through CBT and trying to get my life on track while I finish up my undergraduate degree.
Before that in '05 I spent 6 months working the Predator missions with the AF as an imagery analyst. I spent a lot of hours just watching Iraqis and Afghanis (but mostly Iraqis), watching their houses and following cars and such, especially before raids. I guess I've sort of been having a hard time reconciling the times we were wrong, and the times watching the kids play outside, then knowing I bombed houses just like that. Way too many houses.
I think I was doing alright though up until me and my (then) fiance had a run in with a dirty plainclothes detective in Baltimore (who I initially thought was an armed crackhead) a year after I got back, in early '09. After that everything started to go downhill, started isolating myself, my relationship started getting more and more unhealthy and explosive, so on and so on. So yeah, after my relationship reached a breaking point, I finally went in for counseling with that and to my surprise (and initial embarrassment) they diagnosed me with PTSD.
So now I'm just goin through CBT and trying to get my life on track while I finish up my undergraduate degree.