Real Trauma?

Like my father and my uncle, both of whom saw combat in the Second World War...my Uncle by far the worst?

Dad talked a little and really only accentuated the positive...my Uncle on the other hand would, once drunk to the staggering, would act his trauma out against stovepipes or lamps or cheap wood siding, ready for the splintering.

They didn't ever once cry the tears of self-pity...and PTSD was still in the diagnostic lab.