I got out of the navy 10 years ago with a laundry list of issues. I count myself extremely fortunate that I was never in a real fight, as I'm not sure I could've coped with the aftermath. But that being said, our squadron had some of the highest levels of divorce, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, and suicides in the military, for many strange reasons I won't get into. We were under ridiculous stress and it caused many of my friends to fall apart, and I wasn't far off. We were all very well trained by some of the best war fighters in the world, and were extremely confident in our abilities. But time and time again found ourselves crippled by bureaucracy and poor leadership, leading to some odd and sad consequences.
Anyway, after getting out I worked extremely hard to get my mind right, getting into yoga, meditation, so much that I even became a meditation teacher, and I made a lot of progress. However, during the beginning of the pandemic my best friend and housemate had a very serious manic episode that resulted in me having to call the sheriff to take him away before he hurt himself or me. This all unfolded over a few days and is a very long story. The important part is it was the most stressful independent event that I've ever experienced, and had to make some really hard decisions thats still haunt me.
My friend is also a navy veteran, and we had a lot of things that held us together as friends, and were able to lean on each other when dealing with past traumas and stressors from our service. But there was a moment during his episode where I was trying to drive him to the hospital (which was closed), we were driving down the highway and he was screaming bloody murder, that his head was exploding, and I was terrified of having another seizure. (a medical disorder from my service) He was acting so erratically so I grabbed his hand to try and comfort him, but I also made a decision in that moment.
While holding his hand and trying to comfort him, I also decided that if any part of him crossed a certain line in the car, I was going to start elbowing him in the face and neck until he was unconscious or worse. All of the sudden I was back on the boat, making quick decisions and disassociating myself from the potential violence that could occur if I thought he was going to grab the steering wheel. All of the sudden I was back in "list mode," as I call it. If this happens I'll do this, if this happens, this, and so on and so on. And it took me months to realize that I hadn't been able to get back out of this fight mode, and here I am a year later still struggling to recognize this trauma and work through it. Thanks for reading if you made it this far.