They just stay quiet. My x of 38 years did not know what I just shared.
After my divorce 5 years ago, from my soulmate of 38 years, I went off the deep end. After an abstinance of 30 years from pot and alcohol, I accumulated three DWI in six months. I opted for drug rehab thru the VA. Consequently some of the skeletons from Cambodia surfaced. Not until last month did I deal with my demons. While waiting to give blood samples at VA medical, I struck up a conversation with the man sitting next to me. I casually mentioned that I served in the Air Force in Cambodia as a mechanic on Puff the Magic Dragon. He looked directly in my eyes and said, "really".
"I was Deputy Commander of Special Operation in the Air Force at that time." That made him a Brigadier General. I was an E4, a buck sergeant. Until that point in time, I had never been able to talk about what I did. The damn broke and I unloaded my burden from all those years.
Several years ago, I talked to Paul B about co-authoring a book on those days. We both decided that it was too painful to dig up those feelings.
This is the extent of my war story details. I will not bring up these matters again. My therapist and friend charged me with making a public confession to unburden my soul.
It is completed. I will not return to those days again.
Patrick