They call it PTSD, but I just call it the unforgettable blessing of God. I say unforgettable because of all the terrible things that I have done in Afghanistan. All the the killing, the bullets, the terror, the blood. I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget the fact that I was forced to kill those innocent citizens. The women and children, everything. Will I ever be able to forgive the fact that I watched my best friend die whenever I could have saved him? I truly don't know the answer to that question, and I bet I never will. Although I love the fact that I'm going home, but I think I should have stayed. Then I just told myself to forget about that and went to bed. That is where my story begins.
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The Uncontrollable Itch
RandomAfter going through a terrible war, Samuel T. Russell develops post traumatic stress disorder, causing him to kill his own brother. At first he is sent to prison, but after several more gruesome deaths inside the prison sending him somewhere far mor...
