Terror, when well faced in battle with comrades strong.
Dies not, as battle noise fades away.
It is carried with you night and day.
To you, feelings cowardly invade your mind,
Unable to leave what you have seen behind.
You are not the soldier you were before.
Yet it is that comradely spirit you seek.
As only they will know, the terror buried so so deep.
When applauded as returning hero’s unable to speak.
If you are one of these brave men, forced to fight mental battles again and again. Seek help with those who have no need to pretend and are there for you. SSAFA.