But rarely will you hear the “thank you” that you were told while out on the job. The faces of the ones that died on your watch will be burned into your soul and there is no way to erase them, but even if you could you would choose to keep them for the simple reason they are part of your journey called Post Traumatic Disorder (PTSD).
If you’re lucky, command staff will support you — but they’re more likely to throw you to the wolves.
You will be told to “suck it up.” You will be told to “pull yourself up by the boot straps” and “get back on the horse.”
The job consumed you and you will carry it around for the rest of your life. Some will forget you, but there will be a few who will stand by your side even when you dance with the devil.
Then a light clicks from out of nowhere and you have just been guided by the man above and you see things a little more clear and you realize that your journey is to help others. That’s what happened to me.