Discipline that's what is needed, I wasn't like this I my day if you had a bad day you just got on with it. That is all very well but when the anxiety strikes it is not even clear what you are trying to get on with or what the anxiety is about.
I take slow breathes and picture a scene in front of me, a British Tommy, lets call him Ernie, clinging to his rifle so as not to drop it in the mud of the trench. Dawn is fast approaching, the big guns have slowed their relentless bombardment, the stand to has been called and our Ernie is not alone the Tommies are stretched out either side of him. Silent figures waiting for the whistles and cries that will chase them forward.
My problems are pitifully minor compared with Ernie and his comrades.
Like Ernie, I to have had life laid out in front of me, my life not my death. It would be so rude to leave early and to forget those that did not have a choice.