DomAviator
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PTSD is a psychobabble bullshit term used by whiney malcontents to try to obtain benefits beyond what they were paid by the military. Frankly, I neither know nor care how many people I killed during my military service - but Im sure its in the thousands if not the tens of thousands. I went up with up to 18,000 pounds of miscellanious and assorted things that go boom hanging off the hard points and I came back with them empty. Trap , then while they refuel and rearm me, Id go take a piss, grab a soda and a sandwich, debrief, brief for the next strike, pop a go pill and back off into the night to do it again. The last night of the Gulf war, when we were cleaning up the retreat on the highways of death I didnt even get out of the plane to piss - we would whiz in a botle and hand it down to the plane captain. Our ordnance loads that night were "whatevers closest" so if the redshirt was waiting for 250 pounders to come from the magazine and there were 1000 pounders on the flight deck it was like FUCK IT HANG THOSE ON ME! COME ON I GOTTA GO!!!!!!!!! I GOT PLACES TO GO, THINGS TO DO, (Slur) TO KILL!!!! So, we were dropping 1000 pound bombs on stalled cars... The ONLY concern that night was that every second the redshirts held us up the Air Force and Army was killing some of OUR (racial slur for muslims). When it was all over, and the last trap was made and the last set of wheels chocked... we had a blowout! High fiving, back slapping, "holy shit did you see...." stories, laughter , merriment, much joy and happiness and in a few of the ready rooms the booze (which is forbidden contraband on Navy ships) came out! There was no TRAUMA that was our JOB and we loved the work.... This was what we trained for, this is why we blew up all those plywood targets in Nevada.... We were like the football player who finally got off the bench and got into the game. It wasnt "traumatic" at all we wanted to fight. My dad was about as salty as they come, a lifer Master Chief and he didnt have any PTSD either... Nobody I know has anything approaching PTSD.... Its a job, you do your job you follow your training and you come home.... PTSD os for candy asses looking for a VA check cause they think they are entitled to something beyond what they were paid and their standard bennies.I didnt even use most of my bennies, because I got PLENTY from the military already. Great job training, life long friendships with some awesome guys, great memories of unspeakable nights whorehouses and bars around the world, lifetime membership in Tailhook, its an experience I wouldnt trade for the world... I am sooooooooooooooo glad I went in, otherwise I would have been using my engineering degree and here at age 40 I would be sitting in an office looking at maps and calculating porosity and mud weights while earning a fraction of what I do now while bored out of my mind wearing a pocket protector... The military is good to you but you get out what you put in...
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