Trauma

Many years ago after an incident whilst I was on active service a friend of mine died after being caught in the blast radius of a bomb after it was detonated.

I'd never heard screams like it before or since, almost inhuman.

His body was shattered by the blast and although medics were quick to treat his wounds, he sadly couldn't make it and died a few hours later in hospital.

It stayed with me for a long time and slowly, as the years passed I learned to live with it.

I can still picture the scene vividly, and occasionally the screams echo in my dreams, but it's okay now, I guess.

You never really get over PTSD, but you get used to carrying it around, and maybe that's the best it's ever going to be.