goodkurtz said:It's not so easy though is it? War experience must be like a hard drug with a long come down. You may hate it at times when you are in it. But then you come back and civvy life which can be so crushingly fcuking dull anyway must be unbearably meaningless for those who have seen and been near death.BuckFelize said:I found civvy street very alienating when I left and was (what I now recognise to be) in the early stages of a nervous breakdown following a serious illness I contracted within a fortnight of leaving. It all happened at once and was too much to take in. So what state this poor lad - and the others of you in a similar position - are in I can only guess at. I can say this though. Don't do it. You don't know what's around the corner. Someone very dear to me killed herself and it is not the way it should be. Don't live in torment and let it worsen by the day. Tell someone. Anyone. Just don't slot yourself.
More than anyone I imagine the returning soldier must look harder at life here than most others and what they see is hard and real. Big Brother on the box. Adverts telling you to buy crap, because you are worth it. Running around like a blue arrse fly trying to keep up mortgage payments on a house flogged to you by some slick git in a suit.
Money, money, money, being the be all and end all of life.
The tragedy for the soldier is he joins to get away from the meaningless of life and after so much action will leave to return to civvy life only to find it's fcuking meaninglessness at times amplified and screaming in his ears.
(I wonder how many might very privately think that living a simple life in an Afghan village would sometimes seem more meaningful and soothing than some of the s'hit one has to put up with back here?[/i])
Maybe holding fast to any good quiet moments had in the sand box might help when back here. The returning soldier will at least now know there are other things and other ways of looking at life other than are offered here. And that's a good thing.
Three books that might help a little.
Siegfried Sassoon's 'Memoirs of an Officer'. Jack Kerouac's 'Desolation Angels' and Henry Miller's 'The Air Conditioned Nightmare'.
Many people on this site, myself included, find that time spent in a basha in the back garden or in a quiet area is peaceful enough just to get through the day.
I'm fighting to stay in full time employment, the work focusses my thoughts and keeps me, to a degree, sane.
I wish I could have offered my basha to Dave Forshaw, I never knew him, but by being a soldier, he was my family.