Memorial Day in the USA...
Should not have listened to a Great War piece before electo-trimming the bushes. As I cut, swaying destructively back and forth, with great cutting power, and such ease, I'm reminded of two things in the broadcast. How almost a third of soldiers had continuously to be hounded by their subalterns and officers to actually SHOOT at the advancing enemy. And of how thousands were torn apart and cut to pieces, only to lie dying, in piles upon each other, in hopeless agony, sometimes merely getting within meters and grenade range, of the machine gun nest.The research on PTSD advances. It's now much more inclusive as to diagnoses. Oddly, merely these thoughts place me in a place of intense survivor guilt. And sadness.
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