Sidetracks: Nez Perce Warrior Reflection

14 03 2008

The website found few days ago is full of information, sadly some pages don’t work on my comp.

This  “Nez Perce Warrior’s Reflection”  though, is a quite a list of things to deal with. Makes PTSD a little bit more than only a medical term.


They said I would be changed in my body.

I would move through the physical world in a different manner.
I would hold myself in a different posture.
I would have pain where there was no blood.
I would react to sights, sounds, movement and touch in a crazy way,
as though I were back in war.

They said I would be wounded in my thoughts.
I would forger how to trust, 
and I would think that others were trying to hurt me. 
I would see dangers in the kindness and concern of my relatives and others.

Most of all, I would not be able to think in a reasonable manner, 
and it would seem that everyone else was crazy.

They told me that it would appear to me that I was alone 
even in the midst of the people, and that there was no one else like me.

They warned me that it would be as though my emotions were locked up, 
and I would be cold in my heart
and not remember the ways of caring for others.

While I might give meat and blankets to the elders, or food to the children, 
I would not be able to feel the goodness of these actions. 
That I would do these things out of habit and not from caring. 
They predicted that I might do harm to others without plan or intention.

They knew that my spirit would be wounded.

They said I would be lonely and that I would find no comfort 
in family, friends, elders or spirits. 
I would be cut off from both beauty and pain. 
My dreams would be dark and frightening. 
My days would be filled with searching and not finding. 
I would not be able to find connections between myself 
and the rest of creation. 
I would look forward to an early death.

And, I would need cleansing in all these things.

Above Submitted by Tom”Doc”Duthie 4/47 9th I.D. “67”


Some words like “elders”, “wounded in the spirit”, “cleansing” gave me the impression of being written by an Indian. I took Nez Perce for a name of the author first, but then I looked it up. Nez Perce is a tribe in Idaho.

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