It is what it is. Huh? Yeah? That's how it is?  
So now we just tuck it in and let it all go. Huh, Sis?
I sit here now pondering those words
as the Doc appears with the latest word.
The long stare from an eon of yore
remains familiar right down to my core.

Images flood my mind as though the fight was nigh,
the Doc now flanking my left, Sis on my right.
Familiar words ring in my ears heard before.
Now to join our squad of warriors met by C4;
worn out coping skills flee to escape B4.
A raging wrath from a short-fused trigger explodes,
leaving more damage from a heart that implodes.

My soul cries out "help," but did anyone hear my pleas?
Writhing in pain, I go on marching, lying down or on my knees.
I'm a warrior; I will fight. I will survive; I will survive or die.
But I must fight. The word "surrender" to the enemy (PTSD), 
makes me sigh.
We fought for our country, survive or not.  
Learning to control PTSD, we must give our best shot.

Fighters we were; fighters we remain. 
We fought for our country.  Now this hidden enemy 
we must detain.
With determination we resolve to overcome once again.
Ingrained in our hearts and souls lives our will to regain.
Regain and flourish our purpose of honor, duty and pride.
We ban together to heal and support each other on one side.

To my cherished brothers, I wish you each the very best in life.