When I was a kid, there was a certain preacher in our town that was always wearing a smile, always upbeat; seemed like he was always on top of the world. I was glad he was happy and all, but after awhile I dreaded to see him coming. I couldn't be real with him because I felt like I didn't measure up. I was sure there was something wrong with me; otherwise I'd be happy and smiling all the time too.
The problem was some men addressed the trauma from the war but others swept it under the rug and it came out in anger toward their families for many men
Their was an attitude of HAVE to be positive. Forced positivity