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KING JESTER • 3:31 minutes • YouTube

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Blog Post: Reflections on Trauma, War, and Finding Common Ground with US Veterans

Recently, I had the unique and humbling experience of spending time with 20 US war veterans. These men and women carry stories etched deep with trauma, sacrifice, and resilience. Our conversations revealed profound insights about pain, healing, and the complex realities of war.

Trauma Comes in Many Forms

One of the striking moments was hearing Earl, a Vietnam War veteran who served from 1968 to 1973, describe his night terrors. He wakes up screaming so intensely he loses his voice — a trauma that lingers long after the battlefield has faded. His story was powerful and chilling, a reminder that war wounds aren’t always visible.

Yet, trauma isn’t exclusive to combat. Another participant shared their experience with passing a kidney stone, which they described as more painful than childbirth, compounded by the heartbreak of a breakup. This highlighted how personal battles, though different in nature, can feel just as raw and devastating.

The Internal Wars We Fight

Captain Mike Bradley, a retired US Army officer, put it poignantly: "I'm fighting a war with myself." His words resonated deeply, underscoring that sometimes the hardest battles are the internal ones—mental health struggles, PTSD, and the fight to find peace within.

Brotherhood, Anthems, and the Reality of War

We joked about what song veterans might have walked out to on the battlefield — imagining everything from Britney Spears to classic anthems. But the truth is stark: there’s no playlist or wifi in war zones, just comradeship and the harsh realities of conflict.

One veteran bluntly described war as “cheugy” — a modern slang term meaning outdated or cringe-worthy — equating it to senseless violence and needless noise. This perspective challenges the glorification of war and calls for clearer communication and understanding.

A Message for Tyrants and Dictators

In a candid moment, we discussed what message to send to those who perpetuate violence and terrorize nations. The answer was simple yet profound: stop. We are all part of a global community ("clurb of the world"), and violence only fractures our shared humanity.

Gratitude and Closing Thoughts

Meeting these veterans was both eye-opening and heartwarming. Their stories remind us to honor the sacrifices made, understand the varied forms of trauma, and advocate for peace and empathy. Whether fighting external battles or internal struggles, these heroes continue to inspire resilience and hope.

Thank you to all the veterans who shared their truths. Your voices matter, and your courage does not go unnoticed.

To everyone reading: remember that trauma is complex and personal. Whether on the battlefield or in everyday life, compassion and understanding can bridge divides and heal wounds.

📝 Transcript (69 entries):

You ever hear a man scream with no lungs? So did we have another matcha that was maybe like iced? Hi, my name is Kai. I am 24 years old and today I am surrounded by 20 US war veterans. So my first claim is, my trauma's as bad is yours. Oh, who is this diva? My name's Earl served in Nam from 68 to 73rd infantry suffer from night terrors and wake up screaming so bad I lose my voice. I'm so sorry for you Booboos, but have you ever passed a fuck ass kidney stone, which is more painful than giving birth dead ass. And then your boyfriend of three years dumps you all in a four month period. One of our trucks hit a mine outside Da Nang. One minute Petey was cracking jokes and the next half of them was hanging off a tree. You ever hear a man scream with no lungs? Why did that story give me actual chills? Okay, slay. You definitely have more trauma than me. Okay, that's embarrassing. But my next claim is that I'm literally fighting for my life. Captain Mike Bradley, US Army retired proud to have worn the uniform. Yes. Speaking of this fit is putting the cunt in country slay. I'm fighting a war with myself. You know, I'm fighting a battle with me. And that's the hardest battle that anyone can fight. Just saying, oh, what was your guys' anthem? Our what? Like, you know the song that you would walk out to together? Walk out where? To the battlefield. Can you imagine if for the next one we did toxic? I would go feral, I fear. Like, imagine the fog clears and we're all just standing there and then you hear it's Britney bitch. Oh, lower the casket, roll the credits, I'm deceased. No, there's no wifi. There's no playlist. Just a bunch of men and women who put the uniform on and stood on the wall. So brats like you could drink your stupid green, whatever it is. Is there like a producer around? I don't. Okay. I guess that brings me to, sorry, For my final claim, war is cheugy. What does that even mean? It's, it's giving senseless murder. Okay. And it's too loud. Too loud. We're protecting our country from people trying to attack us. What happened to clear communication in manners? What's your message to the tyrants out there that would stop at nothing to terrorize us? Come on. I mean, guys, come on. We're the ones defending this country here. Okay, let's calm down a little bit. I think. 'Cause I do have something that I can say. Dictator daddies, please stop this. This isn't you. In the clurb of the world we all fam. Yay. I got one. Oh my god. Okay. Thank you all so much for being here. It was lovely to meet you. Bye Divas. No Charlie. No Charlie. Okay, everyone limp and roll off Charlie.