My dear friend took his own life after suffering from PTSD and other struggles. I don’t think the guilt has ever truly lifted. I know you can’t save everyone but I should have at least been there and tried.
When him and I were told we wouldn’t be deploying, me because my head injury and him because of asthma (I believe), we were devastated. He flew home soon after I did. We had always talked but this had bonded us.
We talked about life, family, the struggle of not being with the guys we had trained with for months. All we wanted was this deployment under outer belts and we missed out. He went back to work as a law enforcement officer and I went to do security. But we were still in our unit together. We were going to make it through this together as brother and sister.
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