When paramedic Frank Labodi came home from Afghanistan after a harrowing tour in 2006, where he was involved in several mass casualty incidents, he slept in fits and was quick to anger.
He isolated himself from his wife and his friends and he increasingly sought solace in a bottle. Certain smells triggered memories of bloody battles and walking down aisles in supermarkets reminded him of creeping between the maze-like walls of Afghan villages.
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