Yeah, that bothered me, too. My own Dad suffered from what they would call "PTSD" his whole life. He was an artillery forward observer in Korea, and watched helplessly from a nearby hill, while his entire howitzer unit was butchered when it was overrun by the Chinese. I never learned about it until he was in his 80's. He wouldn't talk about the war. But it was always obvious that something horrific had happened to him over there.
He was fortunate, in more ways than just being a lone survivor. In those days, we didn't coddle men with free houses and "emotional support" dogs for feeling sad. Back then, the Army and our entire culture told men to man-up, bury the bad memories deep, and get on with their lives -- which he did. If not for that bit of common sense, his life would have been wasted the same as if he'd died with his unit. But one of the last things he said to me, in his 90's was "why did I get to live to 90 when all those other guys never had a chance?" I told him it was so he could be my Dad.
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