Not necessarily "abnormal"; During my time in the Crotch, lots of my fellow Marines died in the Battle for Hue City all around us. Even now, so many years later, I don't feel "grief" but just think to myself, "well, that's life and death and it comes for all of us".
The Shrink at VA told me it is part of PTSD "Anhedonia" or something like that where I don't feel passionate sadness or grief. I just figure its like that saying "There's Always Something and You can't do a Fucking Thing about it.".
Not necessarily "abnormal"; During my time in the Crotch, lots of my fellow Marines died in the Battle for Hue City all around us. Even now, so many years later, I don't feel "grief" but just think to myself, "well, that's life and death and it comes for all of us".
The Shrink at VA told me it is part of PTSD "Anhedonia" or something like that where I don't feel passionate sadness or grief. I just figure its like that saying "There's Always Something and You can't do a Fucking Thing about it.".
I wish I had a response, but I dont.
I wish I had a response, but I dont.
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