This is the continuation of my series of poems and short stories. I have just had my diagnoses raised to Acute PTSD and for the first time in my life, I felt absolutely helpless and weak as a man. Therefore, I felt this cover was appropriate. I went from invincible to a mere shell of a man I once was in a matter of hours. I remember the day even the hours, like it was yesterday. I remember the weather, what I was wearing, and what I was doing when I received the phone call from the VA. It felt like a knife was thrusted into my chest and twisted to achieve the most pain possible. It’s funny how a simple set of words can hurt more than a bullet.