After 54 years, a Vietnam Veteran Recovers from PTSD with HBOT

Meet Dan Campbell. At the age of 18 he was drafted to the Vietnam war, and has suffered from PTSD ever since.
For the first time in his life... 54 years later, Dan now has CLARITY.
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I wrote this poem in 1996 while boldly confronting my own Vietnam PTSD...
My Package
On a day when I was a young, just twenty-one,
Unknowingly I put on a shelf, a box of myself.
My Package was an unknown ghost in my mind.
I breezed through early life too fast,
Two Sons, first one then another, wife,
Making life’s mark…
While My Package sat quietly, unseen in the dark.
In the box were my fears, experienced in just one year,
And put away when told to do so by my peers.
It held lofty flights over jungles and fights,
Dedicated to work by day, dodging mortars by night.
Back home: “Why this war?” Throngs perplexed,
In-Country, men here today, in a body bag the next.
I came home to the Spitters, “Baby Killer” they said,
I didn’t know why they wanted me dead!
There were too few smiles, too many tears
For a man of just twenty or twenty-one years.
My Package now beckons to be in my face,
As my age is but almost fifty, in life’s race.
It will not keep shut - not let me be,
It will be heard – the past – that year – the reality.
It now has a life of its own it seems,
Wakes me many a night – dreams – sometimes screams.
Startled awake, my mind peeks into the box.
It won’t stop – boldly raping my thoughts.
I cannot keep it shut, try as I must,
I live as taught – not a soul to trust.
Withdrawn and weary I can think of little else,
I’ll just exist until death, My Package off the shelf.
July 1996Â by Sp5 Patrick L. Sweeney
Co. A, 227th Assault Helicopter Battalion
First Air Cavalry, 15th Transportation Corps
Cu Chi, Lai Khe, South Vietnam, 1969 – 70.
By confronting my PTSD I have learned to live with it mostly. Events still bother me sometimes, and without my night time meds to keep me asleep, I am up at 2am…wide awake and thinking...again.