Story of a rant

I must beg your indulgence for a moment to explain this story.
It is written as a response to a fanfiction I read, where Merry's wife begs him to tell him of a certain incident, and tells him that there should be no secrets if they are to marry.
Perhaps I see things differently, being a soldier. I am at a post that has just recently returned from the war, and have many friends who suffer from their experiances. Several of them suffer insomnia, and one of them was unable to sleep for a week striaght, to the point of seeing hallucinations.
It is unspoken amongst us that we do not ask them to share their tale. Only those who were there can understand. As soldiers, we know that we, too, are likely to see battle, and may one day face the same terrors that they saw. I myself know that within the next year I will most likely be going to Kuwait or Iraq, and though I dread the thought of leaving my home and friends, it is my duty.
So to have someone persistantly demand an explanation of something they cannot understand - this gets to me on a personal level.
I have experianced things since I have been in that no one can understand unless they were there. I have been so tired that my eyes have crossed trying to keep them open, and though it is a humorouse sight, I'm sure, it is very uncomfortable. And I have had to remain outside in the frigid Korean winter with my rifle ready as I await a possible attack on my home.
I appologise if this offends anyone. That is not the intent, nor is it an attack on the story I mentioned earlier. It is simply something I feel very strongly about, and beg your patience.
If you still want to read this, please tell me what you think.
Thank you, all of you.

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