"We are our scars, it seems.”
DECEMBER 5, 2014
In and Out of Time in Iraq
BY TOM RICKS
"We are our scars, it seems.
Iraq and its aftermath ran my life for several more years. I wrote another book on the subject, titled The Gamble. I consumed too much alcohol, and still do. I think I was a bit numb at times. For several years, until about 2010, my nights were spent in a mental box. My dreams were almost always of confrontation and frustration. Then there were those black dreamsI would sometimes jolt awake at night, dripping in sweat, fingernails digging into my palms, yet never be able to remember the nightmare. I grew to hate being in the same room as a loud television, especially if it was playing cable news or reality showsit just felt like having shit thrown at me from across the room. I had long loved watching baseball, but I stopped going to Major League Baseball games because I had begun to find the stadium din, especially the blare of the loudspeakers, to be exhausting. In fact, I was always exhausted. I craved bland foodmashed potatoes, pasta, yogurtto calm my churning stomach.
Time came and went. I knew that my wife and two children, now adults, would pay a price for my changed behavior.
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