The thousand yard stare, in combat
The hand to hand fight, in combat
The day to day fear in combat
Papa, Mama, daughter, civilians in combat
The enemy in Nederland (Holland),
bursts in searching for Papa
Do not let your eyes to Papa’s hiding place
Stare straight ahead — /Thousand yard stare
The enemy in the Dutch East Indies (Indonesia)
Bow low. Now.
Or be struck lower still.
Some never get up again.
Family imprisoned one by one,
Next Mama and Children.
Then all boys shipped and marched to other concentration camps
Papa (my grandfather) never came back.
Hope now? Yes.
Come “home” no one listens. They have their own war-pain. How can any of us ever tell the story of what it is to fear all the time? Thousand yard stare, hypervigilance and PTSD.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which took 40 years to have a name. The old name?– Worry a visitor who never left — intense, constant Worry.
Me? I caught Papa’s Worry; I caught this hope. I hear now: Be fully prepared, without fear.
Be fully prepared, without fear.
How do you maintain your peace? Tell me.
I had a thirty-eight year anniversary yesterday of maintaining peace and hope. Post here and tell me your guess of what this anniversary is….all guesses okay (I think…). Join me in your recovery journey away from Worry, PTSD, fear, loss. I’ll walk that journey with you.