Maybe I should've expanded on the pain I feel now. I'm fully recovered. And I've made my peace with the opiate thing. I've been sober for almost 2 decades now. It wasn't my addiction that helped lead to the marriage to fall apart. It was the ex's. I kicked that shit's ass while I was still in the Navy. Got addicted to it after my back fusion. And had to quit cold turkey because if you admit to an addiction, I he military will get you help, but then unceremoniously boot your ass out with either a General or an Other Than Honorable Discharge, as long as you didn't cause any legal issues while addicted.

That song and video brought back some pretty awful memories of that whole escapade, and also reminded me of how many Veteran Brothers and Sisters I've lost to those two fake ass wars, the combat PTSD I incurred as a result of those wars, and the suicides it caused. My unit, to date, has lost more guys to suicide after the fact then we ever lost in country.

This is the pain that resurfaced all of a sudden. And it was overwhelming. Like a steam roller.