I can’t drive past a piece of trash in the road without cringing. I have had to stop my car, turn around and use different roads because the on I was on freaked me out.
I am constantly scanning for out of place things, people, situations…reading peoples eyes, their gestures, body language…
The sound of an aircraft decelerating and throttling down sounds remarkably like a 122mm rocket incoming. Usually this sound will make me hit the floor.
Sometimes I stare. Sometimes it is bad.
The air movement from a door being slammed sometimes is enough to make me hit the ground or at least think something is going off.
I jump at just about everything. One of my co-workers quietly set some bubble wrap behind my lab bench once while I was working and stepped on it. I literally hit the ground, and rolled under my bench. They all thought it would be funny, but then when they saw how I reacted they all felt really bad about it.
I don’t wake up in the middle of the night and search frantically for my M4 anymore, though I did this for some time following my last tour.
Nightmares of being burned alive, dismembered, shot (again), blown up (again). Seeing their faces again.
One of the times I got blown up it ruptured both of my ear drums. Since, I have lost most of the hearing in my left ears, and a good amount in my right ear. I have permanent tinnitus, balance problems, and when I go from low altitude to high altitudes (which is frequent in Colorado) often times my ears begin bleeding.
I had dysentery both of my tours, and now I have not had a solid bowel movement since 2003 and I shit about 5 times a day on average. Probably TMI, but it fucking sucks.
I am 2" shorter now than when I first enlisted.
I loose my temper and yell like I never did before. Sometimes I scare the shit out of myself and others around me.
I find I have zero tolerance for people’s stupidity and kids. I was cynical before and now I am a downright misanthrope. I can honestly say I fucking hate people.
All this said it’s not all bad though. I am extremely motivated and dedicated to whatever I set myself to anymore. I am working full time +, taking 12 credits a semester, have a 9 month old daughter, and am finding time to go to the gym 4 or more times a week. I just wish I could find more time to go shooting, but you have to make sacrifices somewhere.
ETA: In re-reading I think my tone was not what I was going for.
Am I proud of my service? Absolutely.
Would I do it again knowing then what I know now? In a heart beat.
Do I miss it (even being in Iraq)? To some extent yes.
I think about it everyday. I just had the opportunity to visit Ft. Campbell again with my work after leaving there 4 years ago. It was very odd, and somewhat depressing. I do miss it, and there were a lot of thing I really enjoyed about the military.