UNTIL THE DAY YOU DIE

No one, not one person all though out my training ever told me of the effects combat could have on my life after Vietnam. The delayed effects came in 1980, nine years later and they hit me with a vengeance. I felt the only way to end the flashbacks and memories was to end my life and as a funeral director I knew how. This book talks about my daily, weekly, monthly thoughts centered around my Mennonite upbringing, the United State Marine Corps, and Vietnam. I wanted readers to understand life goes on even with PTSD, provided they get help. I respectfully believe anyone suffering with this infliction can be helped, but not until they seek help themselves. I have found peace though solitude, writing, and openly discussing my problems with a VA psychiatrist, my wife, and a few close friends. Getting help in as important as you feel your life is worth. If it's worth nothing, do nothing, but if you truly feel you would like to change for the better; seek help, privately or though the VA.