All of this is powerful, but you know what struck me the most? The scrubbed table. Can’t say why exactly. Just wanted to share that with you because I know how we all tinker with these details. It’s a truly wonderful poem for how it shows PTSD through such an everyday moment, how it shows the way the survivor must suppress the experience over and again for the sake of other’s peace, May I say the Peace they fought to preserve. Thank you for this and your service, if this is your story.