Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for February 08, 2010
February 07, 2010
February 09, 2010
Transcript:
Woman: How's it going, Mel? Melissa: Been better. Woman: Yeah? What's up? Melissa: Same old. Zoo horn dogs watching me eat lunch. Woman: Oh, that... Y, Ryan. Pass the ketchup, willya? Voices: How bad do you want it? The ketchup, I mean! Woman: What a riot, dude. Voice: HA! Melissa: I hate mid-deployment.
I think the only cure for PTSD would be amnesia or dementia. You can never get those memories erased. My dad fought in WW2. He rarely talked about the horrors like being buried alive but slept with the lights on until the day he died. Luckily these days there is therapy. At his time the sentiment was the war is over, be happy and get on with it.