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I remembered so vividly cautiously making my way through the Vietnamese jungles, terrified to the core, seeing all kinds of strange plants and other things I had never seen before. I remembered hearing a tiger roar in the distance and wondering just how far away from me and my platoon it truly was, if it was gonna lunge at himme and eat himme to bits right then and there. I could never get a good night of sleep with those damn tigers around.

Suddenly I was back in the classroom. Everyone was staring at me, perplexed. Tables and chairs were scattered all over the room. Books, papers and other school equipment decorated the floor in a way that it seemed like a hurricane passed through. I looked around, confused as to what just happened, one second I was in the battlefield and the other I was in a classroom. Either way, Mr. Kovalev sent me to the principal's office for disrupting the class. I told the principal what happened and long story short he didn't believe me because plot so I went home.

I was upset but hey at least I got to be home early. My parents were very upsetdisappointed so they didn't let me play with my video games for the rest of the week. So there I was, bored, browsing the internet with nothing to do. I decided to just download free games, like the ones you find on Gamejolt and the like. After a lot of browsing I came across this game with some anime chicks or something. It said it was a dating sim, I normally would avoid thisthese things like the plague but I was pretty bored and the game seemed to be fairly well made so I downloaded it. When I finished downloading the game I played it immediately. I saw that the title screen had some Japanese words on it, Japanese people are Asian, Asians remind me of THOSE DAMN VIETS SHOOTING DOWN OUR TROOPS AS WE TRIED TO GET TO SAFETY, GUNSHOTS SURROUNDING ME, PEOPLE DYING, SCREAMING LEFT AND RIGHT IT WAS A NIGHTMARE, A TRUE NIGHTM-

After about two days or so they took me to a psychologist to see what the hell was wrong with me. HeThe psychologist said that I show clear symptoms of PTSD but that it didn't make any sense because it was impossible that I had been to any war. I argued, saying that I remember clearly how I served in Vietnam for about a year before going back to the US, I told him the many things we did during that year, the horrors and sometimes the interesting things. He straight-out told me that "an 11 year old boy couldn't have possibly been to the Vietnam War back in the 60s, silly." I was offended, triggered, and all of the other buzzwords. However getting offended didn't help anything because they still ended up dragging me to the insane asylum.

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