It Was Just a Reminder, 'Told to Me by My Grandfather'. (Not Officially Mine.) - Matthew Espinosa - Wattpad

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It Was Just a Reminder, 'Told to Me by My Grandfather'. (Not Officially Mine.)

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(Not my Story the official owners is Brandyrobertson6, I just wanted to post this because it's amazing. Please read this short insert from a story her grandfather told her it's marvelous)


My Name is Roy Underwood, I reside in Hallsville, Texas and grew up and went to High School  Longview, Texas. I am telling this story in honor of all my friends, relatives, and fellow soldiers of all branches of service; who are coming home diagnosed with P.T.S.D. 

I suffer from P.T.S.D. Depression, and many other complications. No there may not be a cure for P.T.S.D. However your friends, God, and your relatives can make a great difference.All Rights Reserved

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