Video shows pair of aggressive dogs tear through a car to get to a cat inside

I agree, thus PTSD is real. Never knew this before, but a few Months ago I watched a video on Audi Murphy, one of my all time real life heroes. Seems as much as he seemed to hold things together for the public eye, he suffered from PTSD. Each marriage he had suffered due to his inability to sleep. It ruined his marriages, due to his inability to get past the trauma.

Go figure, one of the top 5 greatest war heroes of American history, suffered for his braveness and ability to think logically under the stress of war. Yet once the war was over, he relived the horror in his head time and time again.

Back in mid 1975, I was still 17, and was traveling through a small Southern GA town Abeville GA. I was stationed at Ft Benning GA. We gave a black friend a ride home for his leave and vacation. We were drinking and smoking pot.

On our way back from dropping him off, it was like 2:00 in the morning and as we drove through the town, a police car stopped us. Seems like Mike, the drive, went through a stop sign. We got stopped and arrested for the alcohol and drugs.

I was young and naive, and Mike was like 22. He convinced me to say the pot was mine because he was like one strike away from getting dishonorable discharged. Well I did, and the next morning he was allowed to go back to the Base. Yet was held under a $10,000 bond. I had no money to pay the bond, and Mike promised to get the money to bail me out. I spent almost a Month in that damn small jail, as I waited for him to help. Evewntually I got ahold of my family and they sent me the $1000 I needed for the 10% bond.

One night is still etched in my mind, and from time to time I find myself waking up in a sweat. It was late, I figure around the time bars close. Just guessing since there was no clock for me to see. Yet I woke up to someone screaming and bunch of people yelling. I rolled over on the bunk and saw 5 white deputies beating a black guy who looked tore well over 6" and made like 250 pounds or more. They were beating him senseless with their clubs and kicking him as he tried to defend himself to no avail.

I stood up and yelled at them to stop because they don't have the right to too that. Then one of the deputies came over to my cage. (I was in a metal cage in the middle of a a big room) The deputy started running his billy club from side to side against the bars yelling at me that I better forget what I see. I remember his words exactly.

"Boy, you better STF up and forget what you see, or you will never leave this county alive. Now why don't you just settle down and go back to sleep Yankee, or we will de the same to you."

I remember being so afraid as I heard them continually beating him. I started crying and just remember waking up hours later when the Sherif showed up with my breakfast. Usually he would get me something from McDonalds or some other fast food place. But that morning I got one of the best home made meals cooked by his wife. He told me his wife cooked it especially dually for me and that there would be more good meals coming, as long as I just forget everything I saw or heard.

The black guy was not in the cage, and to this day I know he is dead. About a week later I got the money and was bailed out. When I got back to camp I told the Captain what happened, and he told me he would get someone to look into it, but it wasn't a military matter. Never heard anything more, and I never got a summons for court on the possession matter.

By the way, my Platon Sergeant is the one who came to get me when my bail money came. On the way out of town I showed him where we got stopped, and the stop sign was completely covered by a tree growing in from of it. There was no way Mike would have seen it at 2:00 in the morning.

I was also excused from being AWOL after my Captain heard what happened. It took me a long time to sleep without thinking of that poor black guy, and even today I wonder what they did to him. I could give more in depth details of that Month, including other blacks who were mistreated and railroaded but what I offer is enough to let you know the whole incident was traumatizing and still bothers me today almost 50 years later.

I’ve heard that adrenalin is what causes the memory to be burned into our brains.

I went through that trauma loop for weeks after my dad passed. He dropped dead of a massive heart attack and I did CPR on him until the rescue squad arrived. Every time I closed my eyes to sleep, it would replay.

I’m also to the point now that I have to consciously bring it up, but it was rough going for quite a while.

Interestingly, I recently had the opportunity to take a CPR course and actually signed up for it.

But as I thought about needing to do it on a dummy, I realized that it was going too trigger it all again and canceled out of the class. Maybe I should face that demon some day, but not yet.

I often times thought of facing the devil in my mind when confronted by past incidents that are there.

IO have had many times in my life that I can honestly say I know they are the evidences GOD exists and Jesus loves me.

Maybe one of my first instances of having something seared in my head was from my father. I believe I shared how evil he was.

Well, I grew up in Duluth MN, and they have the famous Ariel Head Lift Bridge.

Well back in the early 60’s you could actually ride it up and watch the ships go under it. Well my father took me up with him once. Not sure how old I was, because it was quite some time before he went to prison, which means I was maybe 5 or 6 at the most.

He took me by my hands and held me over the railing as the ship passed through.

To this day I have a fear of heights. Through the years I have tried everything I could to get over it. Even jumped off bridges in the water, but each time it took me not wanting to be looking like a foolish scared chicken.

Once When stationed in Germany out unit went down the Rhine river in rafts. When we went through Spire Germany (sp?) we were told we all had to jump off the bridge into the Rhine. Its was about 40 feet or so.

I remember standing on the outside of the bridge holding the railing. Other guys kept climbing out and jumping while I held that railing tight. Then my Captain said, Private I want you to let go, count to three and jump or else.

So I let go, counted to three, and he pushed me off. Everyone was laughing their guts out. I was trembling the rest of the day.

No matter what I did I could never get over my fear of heights. I turned down Ranger training because I could not do the parachute training, nor walk across a 10X10 plank that was 15 feet in the air.

Today I work as a handyman, and sometimes I must climb a ladder to the peak of a roof to paint, and I move so slow and reach so gingerly as I don’t want to look down, and the fear is there, but I still too it, but never get over it.

To this day I have a righteous angry hatred for my father. Not just because of that, but many other reasons he did to me and my siblings. the things he did to my sister should have had him in prison for life, but all he got was 7 years.

He was an evil man.

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