Chapter+10

My story of a mad man Its was on 4th of July and I’m coming home from Iraq. I had sent a letter to inform my family that I was coming home and saying that my flight will be arriving at 5:30p.m and that my plane was leaving Iraq at 10:30am so we boarded at 10:00am. The plane was leaving at 11:00am. So we were in the plane and a couple of buddies asked me if I wanted to go to the SGT;s club today down in LA. So as we were arriving to camp Funston we saw a lot of banners saying welcome home solders. Then I saw my family with a sigh that had red, white, and blue saying welcome home daddy we miss you. So I saw my mom, and my dad, and my little bro who now was 18 and also saw my sister and her husband, my older brother with his wife.

Then I saw my wife and my two kids ran out to give me a huge hug. I was in tears because I hadn’t seen my kids in along time almost two years. My little boys name is Aden and my little girls name is Ava destiny and my wife’s name is Liz and she was in tears also.

That night some of military mates invited me to my sgt’s club just to go relax for a bit. So I went for like an hour or two but the time I was there I was feeling weird I thought it was just that I still had the war affect in me. I decided to go talk to some of my friends down in the V.I.P room but they were way to busy to talk also they had their hands full. So I went to the other V.I.P room which was down stairs.

I went in and my sgt was just sitting their drinking his whisky so we started conversation and I told him that I was feeling pretty weird. So he told me that it’s just because you just got home from a very hard storm into a calm country that’s why.

It was 10 o’clock at night and I was getting home from that club so I was tired so that night was over and I went to bed and I was having a bad nightmare I was dreaming about one of my friends that lost his life in combat his name is Jorge when we were in Iraq and when he got killed in combat well pretty much blown up by a tank missile.

Then I woke up breathing loudly and sweating all I remember is that my wife was telling me to calm down and go back to sleep. A couple months later it was getting worse I felt like the tension of war was going to kill me little by little so I was scared. So was my family. My wife was frightened more.

I took my family as a hostage I had gone crazy I had a 9mm on my left side and a 22magnum on my right. And a AK- 47 in my right hand. I was having PTSD, so I did not know what was going on with me.

Until my wife started to talk to me about my kids and she told me not to do this please to think about are kids and how much they love and how much she loved me, and to please not to hurt them. That made me think about my kids and I thought how much I love my kids and how much I love my wife and my mom and every thing.

I decided to let go and take some counseling classes to help me with my problem so now me and my kids and wife are doing much better the counseling has helped a lot so my family and I are very happy now. The End. jose Aguilar