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Trogg

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My friends sister-in-law posted this today, i haven't been able to confirm if it's true or not but i do know Lindas brother is in the army so there is a possibilty it's true.




“My friend's son sadly took his own life two days ago.
His very brave Mum Rose wants his suicide letter sharing to raise awareness. Please, in his and her honour, read to the end.

""I’m only posting this today. Henry committed suicide by taking a lethal dose of sleeping pills. Police were called when his Mum Rose couldn’t open the door to his flat as he’d bolted it. He’d left food out for his 11mth old kitten Storm. He had left everything neat and tidy laid out the things he wanted to be cremated in, left all the information she needed to sort out his affairs. He had cleaned his medals but left a note to send them back to the MoD. He had sent an email at 23.50pm Sunday knowing she wouldn’t get it till the next day. Rose has asked all of us that knew and loved Henry to post a copy of that email on every social media platform we can. It contains some quite upsetting things but remember this was written by a man choosing to clear his mind and put his truth out there.

Henry John James (24/12/1976 - 29/8/2021 (44)) named by his mum after her favourite American/British author Henry James.
Loving son, brother, friend never got to be husband or father and FORMER proud British soldier. That word is the key to my decision today to commit suicide. Though I physical die today we all know I died in Helmand Province in July 2009 when we lost 6 in a week to IEDs among them Tace and H and I was there for both.
People think IED they think your killed outright if you’re lucky you are but often your just waiting to die or your seriously maimed that’s the next best thing. I sat with Tace as his hand shock and he yelled in pain for his Mum till it finally ended. It was a relief. I lied to him telling him it was all going to be ok we both knew it wasn’t. H was lucky. People don’t realise IEDs create smoke, dust, smell and that’s burnt flesh, blood or explosive and if your nearby blood and other bits that get on your uniform. Your deafened by the noise, your ears ring and your first thought isn’t someone died, it’s I didn’t is any part of me missing. Your thrown up in the air you have no control of where you land. In my case on both days no I didn’t die I walked away. I survived 3 IEDs that week the next one in August 2010 I survived but I lost my left arm, I was too close but someone died, ironically I lost the hand that Tace held. You never give them you right hand that one is still on your gun. Between those two dates I killed as many Taliban as I could each one for the boys we lost. I’d have killed more if I could have it helped me to forget the horrors I became immune to it. I enjoyed it I admit it. I got my nickname post-it as I would write the day, time and number of them I killed. Yes I denied it all this time but I did it and they are in my top box in the living room. The count was 57. It’s a good number in a year and I can say I’m proud of it. Proud I killed 57 Taliban fighters but sad it wasn’t more double would have been good.
But it’s after when you come back it starts the sounds, smells the full horror it turns up at any time. a noise, a smell and your back there sometimes a face anything triggers you. They send you to rehabilitation for your lost arm bit of therapy for the PTSD then they let you go. Bit of money but that’s it thanks for your service as the Yanks say. You’re a civilian and you’re not a priority so you’re on lists to see various people who don’t know what it’s like really they haven’t served haven’t been there. You can’t tell them the real issue I want to go back I want to keep on killing Taliban it makes me feel better.
Then there’s Di. The war took that future from me the one with a wife, children don’t even remember that dream. Truth is I left her because she didn’t get it. She thought going on with the wedding was a good thing. Talking endlessly about dresses, food, venues, cake when all I could see was Tace the day I asked him to be my best man. She didn’t even know I’d asked him because she assumed it would be her brother after all he was my best mate and we met through that. But he wasn’t my best mate. He couldn’t be we had different lives great bloke but he worked in Asda not much like a war zone in anyway I’d stopped being Henry. I was Post-it he was still Jack. So I walked away I know my timing 3 days before wasn’t great but better than going through with it. I’m rambling because I want to write it all down. Everything even the bits you don’t know. I want you to show everyone what I was like when I made the decision to take my life.
But I know you’ll be devastated Mum. You’ll want to know why? What did you miss? What could you have done? Should I have done more? But truth is you couldn’t you did everything you could the private therapist was working and in all my dark days I never even thought about suicide. So why? You ask.
I fought in a war that they said was changing the face of a region bringing it into the 21st century. A world where people could grow up, listen to pop music, girls could go to school without fear, girls could dream of being anything they wanted to be. No more burkas if they didn’t want them, hair and beauty salons and to finally own a pet. Yes to own a pet. You knew I was still in contact with Aalem and his family. His two girls were at uni one wanted to be an architect the other an engineer.
They wanted to rebuild and improve their country. We talked about my visiting but we’d delayed it due to Covid. What you don’t know is he got a letter saying he didn’t qualify to come to the U.K. in the evacuation he was now considered a threat. A guy who was an interpreter and scout for us. A man who I’d sat down in his home, with his family, to eat with many times. He’s left to face a future going backwards. See that was our legacy the glue that stopped me thinking of suicide. We had done our job these people had a good life free of fear of the Taliban they had a future it was getting better now they just pulled the rug from under them. They are back to square one we wasted 20 years and all those lives ours and the civilians for what so a politician can try and remain President. So people can say no more Americans are dying in a foreign land, to save money.
See Mum no legacy and I tried to contact Aalem all day Saturday because he was scared they’d come for him. His phone dead is he ok I don’t know, did he escape I don’t know. I’ll never know but I can’t watch these politicians slapping themselves on the back for a job well done getting people out, telling veterans we didn’t make sacrifices in vain. We did you never sacrificed anything your greedier, you lie and you have now started the killing again you’ve thrown the people in Afghanistan to the wolves. Sitting somewhere in a house, in Kabul maybe, probably watching people maybe even family killed around him you’ve created the next Bin Laden. The next terrorist not against the Taliban but YOU. You who left him behind to suffer he will blame YOU not them he will come after US not them. It will start again. It already has with the bombing on Thursday already a politician is saying well hunt you down. It will be your fault. I can’t be a part of history like the Vietnam veteran before me forgotten because of a failed American war just like this one. You’ve killed me along with them another victim.
I’ve made peace with just leaving now. I want you to know I was getting there but this just started it all again and I can’t go through it again. I’m sorry. I love you Mum I’m sorry it’s so close to you losing Isaac but I just can’t do it all again another 11 years of therapy etc. Can’t pick up and start again because that one thing I had was that glue we made a sacrifice for them to have a better life. It was worth it is not now it’s ruined, spoilt gone. Please don’t be annoyed you’ve seen my darkest days I can’t do them again. I’m tired of waking up sweating after seeing Tace blown six foot in the air to land impaled on a rusting piece of discarded metal with both legs hanging there.
So I’ll miss Sunday dinner best Yorkshire puddings and roast tattles ever. Please look after Storm she’s a great cat tell Maisie she really helped me but I can’t stay just for her please keep her I know you will be company for your one they’re sisters after all. I’m off to see H and Tace. I’ve done my research I’ll just go to sleep. See you again one day. All my love to everyone.
Post-it for me Mum post this. Many of us are still fighting this war in our heads and probably always will but not me anymore I’m done fighting I can’t do it anymore.
Eternal love
your Henry.""
 

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I nearly joined in my youth but changed my mind after a couple of interviews, my cousin joined the Queens own Hussars regiment at 16,done Northern Ireland and Bosnia among others,would not like to see the things he's seen.
 

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My daughter did three tours of Helmand with the signals. They were attached to a frontline unit, no idea which. She was invalided out after a string of events which she still hasn’t said a word about, with PTSD and is totally screwed mentally. She’s been in and out of psychiatric units and is completely out of it when she is home due to some ferocious meds. Now she’s just been diagnosed with breast cancer, which is nothing to do with her army service but to treat it she has to stop taking her psychiatric meds.

watch this space…
 

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My daughter did three tours of Helmand with the signals. They were attached to a frontline unit, no idea which. She was invalided out after a string of events which she still hasn’t said a word about, with PTSD and is totally screwed mentally. She’s been in and out of psychiatric units and is completely out of it when she is home due to some ferocious meds. Now she’s just been diagnosed with breast cancer, which is nothing to do with her army service but to treat it she has to stop taking her psychiatric meds.

watch this space…
Juttle mate, between a rock and a hard place! I wish her fortitute and peace!
 

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Juttle mate, between a rock and a hard place! I wish her fortitute and peace!
Thank you!

Myself and SWMBO are going to do exactly the same as we’ve done for years, low profile availability, transport as and when required, someone to shout and scream at, and when the inevitable faeces hits the rotating thing just catch the bits and clean up the mess.
 

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My grandad said something to me when i was a kid, at the time it obviously meant nothing but it's one of those things that was such a powerful message you always remember.

He said 'let me tell you this our Alan, politicians do the lying and the forces do the dying' ..... as i said, at the time it meant nothing.

As i grew older and began to understand politics and war etc a little better i understood what my grandad meant, and how right he was.

People talk about 'forgotten wars' yet the same people forget about those who fought those wars, not just the ones who died but the ones who lived, the ones with PTSD, the ones who lost limbs, the ones who suffered disabilitating injuries and, the 'lucky ones who got to come home' and spend the rest of their lives suffering from survivors guilt.
 

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Hand on heart I’m ashamed to write I just couldn’t bring myself to read the post in its entirety ( please don’t judge me too harshly those that manage to read it )

I believe live is a precious gift and each and every one of us should be grateful to have received it and live it graciously with purpose

I ( like many many others ) have had my dark times and that’s just through life experiences including poor ( ok some extremely bad ) personal decisions but I have never been forced or volunteered into armed conflict, for that I’m extremely grateful.

It’s about time the politicians, the high moral riding fraternity, the rose tinted glass wearing ‘ologists and tree hugging misguided idiots out there channel their combined do good efforts into the likes of ex-military personal who are being let down by our system, whilst thousands are being ‘ cared ‘ for ( even ushered in to our welfare systems ) in seeming political correctness exercises
 

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Another veteren gone. Another life lost and for what? After the scenes we've seen in Kabul recently it makes me wonder what we've achieved. RIP Post-it, you deserve the peace Sir.
Wars were ‘religion’ is the root cause are pointless - as has been the case throughout history but we in the West do enjoy a ‘crusade’ especially when there’s some financial gain to be had. Leaving a region is far more difficult than going in as it always leaves a power vacuum & there’s always groups ready to try a fill it.
Sadly, troops are just collateral damage either during or after the battles are done. Dying is in the job description but the mental wounds that most veterans carry aren’t. We all deal with it the best way we individually can & make the best of it.
What’s truly sad is that in 2 weeks time 99% of people will just go back to not giving a s***t again.
Well fought Post-it & a nice sign off.
 
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