Life Marches on and Only a Few Hold Onto the Echoes of History

My life as I knew it was over, I thought. No matter what kind of therapy they throw at me, I will never ever be able to have a moment of peace again. I was in command of an infantry platoon and we were ambushed in a murderous crossfire. Only three of us survived; the other 30 lay dead out there to rot in the elements. I knew I would never be able to recover from this. The sense of loss and total failure was indescribable. My life would be absolute and total misery.…READ MORE