About PTSDHe was my Great-Uncle Danny, tall and thin, with a nervous demeanor most visible in the way he chain-smoked. My grandmother said he was a tail-gunner in a B-17 Flying Fortress over Germany during World War II. Said they had a 75% mortality rate. Said he'd been shot down in enemy territory, twice. He used to jump at little things, get edgy, get angry. We kids annoyed him because we moved quickly, talked loud, ran up to him in unexpected ways. No woman would have him because of all the flashbacks. When he died, nobody missed him. My grandmother said she used to look up to him until he came back from the war all broken. She got his silver star when he died.
He was my Uncle Raymond, my father's brother. He was an all-star wrestler. Joined the Navy to be a medic during Vietnam. Ran i
