A Spirit Called Alcohol

After coming home, the aftermath of war is brutal, as one lone warrior soon finds out. The banality of civilian life combined with the torturous reoccurring nightmares, drives him to seek refuge in the bottle. Being a hero doesn't wash the blood off his hands. Sleep provides little solace as the souls of his confirmed kills march their way through his dream time. War madness takes it's toll. The vision of burning bodies and the smell of gun powder leave indelible marks on the spirit of the man. The spirit of suicide dogs his every step as it whispers it's death song in his ear. Every warrior sacrifices his innocence to do and see things he'd rather forget. The love of family and the loyalty to his nation compel him to take a stand. Yet, often times, the consequences are long lasting. To ease his pain, the warrior seeks oblivion. Yet, the spirit called alcohol exacts a heavy price. In exchange for oblivion, the firewater spirit comes to collect it's due: Spirit for Spirit. Many lonesome warriors pay with their lives. Battle scarred, alone and hungry, this drunken warrior is saved from the jaws of death by a stranger. Together, they find healing through an ancient warrior ceremony and the Twelve Steps. This story is a fictional account of true happenings. It is a gift of healing and love for every wounded warrior. Blessings on your walk.