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Personal Narrative: My Journey To Afghanistan
I came back for six months and then headed back on deployment to Afghanistan, at this tour is when I noticed that I was never home for my family. I was tired of risking my life, I was so worried that I would die and leave my son and wife behind because I was being selfish and doing dangerous things that I loved to do without any care. These two tours took a lot out of me mentally and physically, till this day I have never been the same. I have had trouble sleeping at night, I cannot be in big crowds, and I am constantly on look out for anything suspicious.
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