When I came home, I didn’t know who I was. I was just another face in a crowd now, another unnamed person, just bidding their time. I came from a life of service, a life of pride and honor, ready to fight and bring honor and liberty to my country. But when I got home, everything that I did, didn’t matter anymore. I walked among giants but now, I was a nobody. I was proud, promised a life of thanks and praise, but now the country that I fought for....they abandoned me. Left me to rot. Why did I survive? Why was it me who walked away unharmed? Why was I the one who made it? Why am I left to try to fit in and be “normal” again? I know who you are, but.....what am I?