counselling and consoling.

wednesday he feels he's gotten over the emotional trauma. the physical wounds hurt. but they heal in time. they always do don't they? he prays every night for the person he knows in ICU, prays for everyone affected by what happened. he offers counsel and consoles others. but how he deals with it is another story. it takes effort, a gargantuan effort to suppress the anger, the sadness, to accept that what has happened is part of life - to move on. he goes back to work as usual. wears a smile on his face. covers his bandages with his shirt. gets on with life as normal. but deep down. deep down lies the scars that will never be healed. it is with God's grace that he survived, that his friends made it. but the finality of it all still remains the same. 2 fellow soldiers lost their lives, 2 more are fighting for theirs. he feels the deaths were unfair. that NSFs aren't supposed to die. not when they're in NS anyway. not when they are merely serving out 2 years of mandatory service. not this way - not at all even. but facts of life are such. he accepts them, learns from them, moves on and forever remembers that very day. the day the meaning of life changed.