I woke up screaming last night! In my dreams I relived being bayoneted in my color bone. I relive the look on the VC's face as my bayonet sliced across his stomach pouring his entrails out, then smashing his brains out with the butt of my rifle. I hate what the army made of me, at times when in Tiger land, having to seek out specific VC officers to assassinate! I was not born to kill another human bean, but they turned me into a Government assassin.
Many times I have reoccurring dreams of napalm being dropped too close to us, watching my buddy running covered in flames as I had to trip him so I could rip his napalm covered clothes off him, giving myself third degree burns on my hands. He died before we could air vac him out. The fly boys were given the wrong co-ordinance he was killed by our guys. As a sniper you would think third degree burns on your hands enough to get you sent state side; wrong! One month medical leave and back I went strait to Tiger land with orders to waste another VC officer.
It has been over 58 years now and I relive the war every night, I have been given Prazosin to take at night to stop the nightmares, it worked for a while but now I don't seem to get any relief. I'm working on my 2nd novel and that helps get me out of myself and into the characters in my book. Many nights I don't sleep, just write and develop characters, watching them take life in my mind, laughing with them, crying with them, loving with them, and dying with them with them. I'm 72 now and plan to live until 100, so I guess I've got a lot of living to do and with the help of my therapist I think I'll make it.
PS; I hate the smell of napalm in the morning. For now Keep on living and loving, long live and prosper
Dave