Vietnam Veterans’ Voices on Managing PTSD 

My brother who was a marine in Vietnam had really bad PTSD I remember before he passed 8 years ago his nurse commented to me that he had a nightmare that the Vietcong we're after him I found out a few years later that his whole platoon got wiped out and he was the only one left he had to throw one of his friends over the top of him so he the VC didn't see him while they were stripping dead by marines boots off and personal items it took him 4 days before an American unit found him pretty amazing story in the end the veterans administration wouldn't let him go to a vet hospital he died in some hellhole in a rehab place when he was dying great way to treat your dying vets america.

The Concord, California Vet Center has changed my life. Thank you Dr. Gaffney! Vietnam, 5th Special Forces Group, Project Delta, B-52, January 1967 - December 1968.

Thank you veterans.!!!🇺🇸❤️

I wrote this poem in 1996 while boldly confronting my own Vietnam PTSD... My Package On a day when I was a young, just twenty-one, Unknowingly I put on a shelf, a box of myself. My Package was an unknown ghost in my mind. I breezed through early life too fast, Two Sons, first one then another, wife, Making life’s mark… While My Package sat quietly, unseen in the dark. In the box were my fears, experienced in just one year, And put away when told to do so by my peers. It held lofty flights over jungles and fights, Dedicated to work by day, dodging mortars by night. Back home: “Why this war?” Throngs perplexed, In-Country, men here today, in a body bag the next. I came home to the Spitters, “Baby Killer” they said, I didn’t know why they wanted me dead! There were too few smiles, too many tears For a man of just twenty or twenty-one years. My Package now beckons to be in my face, As my age is but almost fifty, in life’s race. It will not keep shut - not let me be, It will be heard – the past – that year – the reality. It now has a life of its own it seems, Wakes me many a night – dreams – sometimes screams. Startled awake, my mind peeks into the box. It won’t stop – boldly raping my thoughts. I cannot keep it shut, try as I must, I live as taught – not a soul to trust. Withdrawn and weary I can think of little else, I’ll just exist until death, My Package off the shelf. July 1996 by Sp5 Patrick L. Sweeney Co. A, 227th Assault Helicopter Battalion First Air Cavalry, 15th Transportation Corps Cu Chi, Lai Khe, South Vietnam, 1969 – 70. By confronting my PTSD I have learned to live with it mostly. Events still bother me sometimes, and without my night time meds to keep me asleep, I am up at 2am…wide awake and thinking...again.

Listening to Roy Masters cured a lot of veterans from PTSD

PTSD is a horrible reality. War-born or otherwise. Standing with you.

❤️🕊️ Great respect for this great strength attitude...I support with all my heart everyone who suffers from PTSD...Be strong.Be safe.Be health 🕊️🫂

Regardless of politics, can we please appreciate the world that brave men TRIED their very best to safeguard for us?

My Uncle Wayne was in the 101st airborne

My grandpa also stepped on a Landmine and he survived at the middle of the tet offensive

SEMPER FI‼️🍻

So true

Alienation, watching your six, checking windows & doors, not trusting anybody etc I find these things in PTSD make life 10x more difficult than it should be. Live in the now. not the past nor the future...It’s just very difficult to find a therapist who does ptsd & paranoia etc, the average counselor cannot handle it, you are better off finding an experienced one. Stay strong & safe out there.

I WAS A CREWCHIEF ON A HUEY ASSAULT HEICOPER UNIT IT WAS HELL BUT IT WAS MY JOB would you for a ride with us?

IF I TOLD MY STORY LIVING IN MANY WOULDN'T BELIEVE ME AND BE A TRUE WARRIOR I DONT GIVE A DAM WHAT ANYONE THINKS OF HU HA DOG SOLDIER VIETNAM 🌹☠🌹🐺

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