Surviving multiple deployments, and upon returning within 3 weeks slitting up with my Fiance' of 6 years and letting her have the house.(Now some dude is living in the place I totally remodeled. And sleeping in MY bed. And not just my bed, the actual one that I used as a teenager too.
Anyway, I survived, I guess I'm mostly over it. I mean I still have my moments and I continuously have night terrors, =but I'm still here! The one thing that keeps me going when others in similar situations don't, is talking about everything to my old man, and by looking and the grand scheme of it all. Trust me everyone, the older generations can bring light to a situation that you thought was unique to todays problems and issues.
I love you Dad!