My son-in-law helped haul parts of his comrades out of the mess tent that was blown up in Mosul. That's got to do something to your mind. Picking up pieces of dead friends.
Zero question. Let's be clear the only "combat" was getting a few rounds shot at us by priates and me wacthing us shot back. I never claimed to be a infanty guy, never said I had PTSD. Nor would I ever wish that on anyone
I was an Intel guy. I help make strike packages for special forces and bombing of terrorist (one tour) and I was a anti ship missile defense expert. I was the guy that had to defeat the radar of a middle traveling Mach 3 with a 2,000 war head. That was my job. I fucked up we were dead. It a job you hope you never have to do