PTSD In WWI… Excerpt from “War Springs Eternal”

May I trouble you to read the following excerpt, and if you are at all interested, click on the book’s cover and please purchase a copy of War Springs Eternal?

Thank you,

The sea air of The Shore is somehow both foreign and familiar. I can hear the bustle along the boardwalk. People are laughing. The summer sun feels good against my face. Children are screaming, pleading for just another piece of taffy. I can smell it. It is sweet. Beneath the sweetness is a different odor – stale coffee, damp tobacco. He is over me. Smiling as he pushes his bayonet into my chest. 

I spring awake. Screams roar from my throat. A chain reaction begins as others join. Soon, except for the near dead, all of us have bolted upright – terror emanating from deep within our souls. 

As if this happens each and every day, the nurses provide calm and comfort. They soothe us with melodic tones. They ease our terror with tender and steady hands. A small portion of whiskey is administered. Colleen tells me to take it slowly and enjoy. She has smuggled in the good stuff, “Powers.”  

Gingerly, I press the glass to my lips. It is strong. Warmth fills my mouth. It is smooth and I soon drain the small cup. I hold it out. My eyes plead for just a spot more. Colleen tells me just half a portion.   

Compassion is she. A wisp of red hair hangs around her face. I focus on it. The terror of my dream evaporates. Slumber returns. It isn’t peaceful, but it is uninterrupted and the most restful I have had since before graduation.  

“Who am I?”

I am an independent, self-published teller of tales,
an author of scarcely any renown.
However, as a storyteller, I know who I am,
and with that persona,
I am both confident and comfortable.

I invite you to visit my website,

and/or Amazon Author Pages

Joe Leonardi Scono Sciuto

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