by James
(Brundidge, AL)
The commander and myself had stopped to take a smoke break and just talk about home. We only lived 20 miles apart and often talked about home and family.
There was a young child watching us from a distance. I had some candy in my pocket, so I thought I would offer it to him. As he came toward us, his hands were behind his back and his head was down. I thought how he reminded me of my brother-in-law back home. He was, I would say, 10 years old at the most.
As he got closer I noticed him raise his head and smile. Then out of nowhere his arms came from behind his back and in his right hand was a grenade. As his left hand reached for the pin, I had no choice except to shoot.
I had to protect myself and the commander.
I still see that face whenever I lay down to sleep. It won't go away and neither will the pain of what I had to do that day. God Forgive Me, I had no choice.
Response from Dr. DeFoore
Thank you for this contribution, James. I know other vets will benefit from reading your story, because some of them had to do the same kind of thing. The reason that stays with you so strongly is that you are not the kind of person to do something like that. And you would not have, if you had any other choice at the time.
Here are a couple of things you can do, if you choose, to heal this type of memory.
1) Imagine yourself as the man you are today, going back in time to that moment. Remember, you can stop action, slow things down, or even reverse the action.
2) First, go up to the child, and gently but firmly take the grenade from his hand, pin still in place. Tell him he can go home now, and that he doesn't have to do that any more. Then picture him in the loving arms of (fill in the blank here--your choice).
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