I Hate Fireworks
Looking at the ground I could see my shadow, outlined by brightness on the grass at night. It was July 4 th , 2017, and it was the last time I participated in the “popping” of fireworks. I had never had an issue exercising my “popping” skills in the years prior, as fireworks were a staple of all our holiday family get-togethers. Many holidays we spent gathered around a fire, the adults drinking beer, and waiting until darkness fell so we could enjoy the show. But this time, this time is was different. Seeing my shadow had taken me back to my training and back to Iraq. You see, this wasn’t supposed to happen to me. I wasn’t the Special Forces guy like my buddy Dave. Now don’t get me wrong, I loved me some PT, but I was a POG – a person other than a grunt. I was the IT guy, the one that fixed your computers, phones, and printers. So why the HELL am I here talking to you about PTSD?! Well, PTSD doesn’t differentiate. This is something that cam