Posttraumatic Stress Disorder in Vietnam Veterans

摘要: March, 1968. I’m in uniform (2nd Lt., Medical Service Corps, U.S. Army), on a plane ride between Pittsburgh (my hometown) and Philadelphia, flying my way to the West Coast depart Vietnam. The filled up, except it seemed for seat next me. And then I saw, front of plane, young, uniformed Army youth being assisted onto plane. He had no legs, patch over one eye, he was coming down aisle, very slowly, after everyone else been seated. thought, selfishly, “Oh, no, please don’t sit me, soldier.” And, course, did. … exchanging polite hello, so awkward silence caught up own thoughts about “irony” Vietnam sitting severely disabled vet—promoting worst catastrophic fantasies fate. After we took off, started talking, obviously wanting engage with me conversation. Among other things, remember him telling how rough last time gone home leave from his hospital recovery process, especially when high school buddies told him, “It’s such shame that you lost your legs eye nothing.” “That really hurt,” said then, little later, turned said, “But know, sir, lucky one—no foxhole survived.” (Scurfield, 1988a)