Well, it’s that time of year again. Time for joy and merriment and family and socials. Many words that a dude with PTSD despises. We’re not really the joyful people full of merriment to bring our social circles. We can fake it a bit, maybe a couple of hours, but God Damn, a whole season? That’s pushing it even for those of us who’ve made progress with PTSD.
I’ll take the usual reminder to contact your buddies who share in your combat experiences and check up on them. Make sure all the merriment they are experiencing doesn’t drive them to an early end.
Do take the time to open yourselves up to the true meaning of Christmas, like there is a real God, his son’s name was Jesus, he was born to sacrifice for our sins, and he’s not a muslim. It should bring you some bit of joy inside knowing that muhammad is NOT Jesus. It brings joy to my heart knowing that.
Jesus was born in a shithole like what we fought in, surrounded by animals, and hated by most people around him. I will never say we are like Jesus, but Jesus and me, we ate some of the same dust. I can definitely understand a bit of what he experienced. I can also say that I have no idea how he stayed such a good person.
We fought for good, and in the end God wins. Merry Christmas to us filthy animals.