I was in Bosnia in 1998, and then I did two back-to-back Afghanistan ones. I came home for just about a year, and then I went again. It was very difficult for my family for me to go back.
It was selfish, I guess, on my part to want to go back. I volunteered to go back. I wasn't made to go back. A lot of people think that we are made or forced to go back, but as reservists, we are not. We volunteer to go back.
It was difficult for my family. They didn't understand why I wanted to or needed to. I needed to go back. This is me personally, but from talking with others, it seems to be the case all the time. There is always that. You want to go back. The job doesn't feel finished, or you feel you are doing something fantastic, bigger. Everything is real. When you come home and you work, doing anything, it doesn't really seem that real. Everything can wait. You can put things aside. You can call a doctor, rearrange a schedule. There, it was very real.
Yes, it is very difficult for the families. I know kids have been diagnosed with PTSD, and you think, “Why?” The kids, the children, didn't serve.
Imagine a six-year-old kid whose father is in Afghanistan, or any place far away, and his imagination. The images in that kid's head every day are that his dad is being killed. Those images, although they were made up in his own head, become real every day and every night. Every morning he wakes up, it's “Is a person going to be knocking on my door to tell me my daddy is dead or my mom is dead?” It is extremely difficult for them.
Then, when these soldiers come home, they are having issues or what have you, and those kids are having issues. You wonder, “What happened while I was gone? Why has the kid changed?” Then, of course, they get diagnosed with PTSD, and they get nothing. There's no coverage.
I am thankful that I have a federal government job in the public service in my real life, so I have other avenues, but I shouldn't have to use those avenues for my kids.