My Uncle Robert Flynn from Boston was a member of the 7th Infantry, attached to the 31st Regimental Combat Team. Just before he died, over coffee, he told me, through his tears, "Denny every time I close my eyes, I still see it".
My Uncle Robert was a good man, he had the readjustment blues returning home w/ a bad case of PTSD. My dad was in combat in Germany, he had PTSD. My Uncle Jim was at Guadalcanal, he had PTSD. Both my Dad and my Uncle Jim said something was wrong with Uncle Bobby.
Wrong?
Uncle Bobby was fuckin crazy! I'm a Vietnam Veteran with PTSD
