“In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.”
There can be little doubt that war changes a soldiers vision of the world, for ever. Sometimes with devastating effect.
And some wounds of war are more visible others, the Shellshock of the World War I straddled the physical and the psychological (the film clip is disturbing, the music beautiful) nothing is ever perceived in quite the same way again.
Anecdotally, from a lady now well in her eighties, talking about her friends husband, coming home from a Japanese prisoner of war camp
He was never the same again, nightmares, nightmares every night; he used wake screaming and sweating. They used to have to dose him with brandy; to calm him. Terrible. Terrible. You know, he died young? In the 1950’s, cancer of the oesophagus.
(I’d forgotten I’d written this post; we shouldn’t forget.)