Eleven months in the presence of evil.
Quora; Israel Observer "On one side of the story, time looks frozen—a soldier in uniform, standing tall and proud, his fiancée leaning into him with love and certainty. Their future looked secure, full of promise.
"But on the other side, everything had changed. Eleven months in captivity left him hollowed out. His body was reduced to skin and bones, his face etched with pain. The same woman stood beside him, her love unshaken, but now holding on to fragility instead of strength.
"Yes, he came home. But he wasn’t fully home." . . .
"He whispered about the days in the cell—airless rooms, the smell of rot, the belt strikes, the freezing water that made his skin burn, nights spent shivering on cold concrete.
“ 'We didn’t count people,” he said. “We counted shadows.”
"Survival isn’t the same as living.
"Back home, the war followed him. Darkness made him tremble. The sound of the doorbell froze him in place. The mirror often reflected not himself, but the prisoner he once was. His fiancée tried everything—her voice, her touch, her presence—but when she tried to reach that locked place inside him, the answer was always the same:
“ 'Don’t come in. I haven’t left there yet.”
"And so, the war continued. Not with bombs or bullets anymore, but in their home. In silence. In memory.
"Because some wounds don’t bleed on the outside. Some wars don’t end when the fighting stops." . . . More...
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