Serving in World War one was a life changing thing. I had become use to my everyday life as a citizen, living without and worry’s, not having to worry about getting bombed, or losing your friends. I would try not to male any friends, but it is just my personality I guess. I would try to be alone and not talk to anyone, I wish I would have stuck to that. One day everyone in my troupe woke up at 0500 for our morning routine; usually we would have a few practice rounds with our guns, run a few miles, eat breakfast, and sometimes they would issue us rum to not only drink, but to clean our guns as well. Something was different about this morning though, we had woke up, gotten dressed and before I knew it the base was shaking. We all grabbed our gear and headed …show more content…
It would be a rough trip, but one worth making. It was either stay where I was at, or make the desert trip to the next base. I grabbed the supplies that I knew I would need, water, food, my gun, and some extra ammo. I headed out. The trip was long and hard. I made the one day trip in three days’ time due to the weather conditions. There was a lightning storm that I had to take shelter for. It took me thirty minutes to find a shelter in the one hundred degree weather. I made off of sheer will to live. Once there, they welcomed me in, assigned me a bunk, and I just stayed there in solitary confinement. I did not want to leave. I did not want to get hurt again. In about three weeks’ time a military plane came and brought us back home. I was so happy to see my wife and kids. I forgot what their faces looked like. I was overwhelmed with joy. Sometime had passed since I was home. I was having difficulties sleeping at night. I was having nightmares. I went to my doctor and he diagnosed me with that dreadful disease PTSD. I never thought that it would have been me. Growing up I never envisioned this happening. Life took its course, and I was its