When I came back from Vietnam my childhood friends said I haden't chaged; That I was as normal as before, but rage and hate lived inside me and I was anything but normal

Only when I talked with a friend from Vietnam in the late 1980's, did I know what I was suffering from. It was a term I had never heard of - PTSD. The term PTSD was not recognized by the VA until 1980, a full twelve years after I left Vietnam.

It wasn't until 1993 that I sought help and in 1994 was found to be suffering from PTSD. My stuggles continued with no relief. In 2004, things got dramatically worse: I got fired from my job, my marriage was over, and I was committed to a mental institution for ten days.

In 2012 another silent slow-moving killer, called Agent Orange, continued it's attack on my body.