American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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Home and Out
DUCKING OUT
It was late August when I left. As usual, it was almost surreal—one day
I was in the war; the next I was home. I felt bad about leaving. I didn’t
want to tell anyone about the blood pressure, or anything else. I kept it
to myself as best I could.
To be honest, it felt a little like I was ducking out on my boys, running
away because my heart was pounding funny or whatever the hell
it was doing.
Nothing that I had accomplished earlier could erase the feeling
that I was letting my boys down.
I know it doesn’t make sense. I know I had accomplished a huge
amount. I needed a rest, but felt I shouldn’t take one. I thought I
should be stronger than was possible.