Can you describe how you felt coming home from a deployment or combat?

A euphoric high mixed with anxiety. Great to be back to hugs and kisses from my family. Kids didn't want me out of their aight. It was a strange transition.

Alone, lost and injured and unsure of who to turn to for help.

It was super lonely. I was single so no one was there for our homecoming and our barracks wasn't ready for us so I remember searching for supplies from anywhere. Sucked for a couple of days at least.

Overwhelming !!!!!
You go from have limited responsibilities to having 1000 responsibilities. It can be incredibly scary. The struggle is real and very serious. You have one or two main jobs, then you come home and you have a whole variety of jobs and factors that need attention on a daily basis.

Very tired after 8 1/2 months in combat in RVN, ~2 months in the hospital in Sukiran Okinawa,
arriving by plane to San Bernadino, then St. Louis, then Newark airport (I think?), then bus to New York Port Authority, the by Subway (D train) to Bklyn falling asleep arriving at end of line, missing Avenue H, returning on D train, falling asleep AGAIN!, waking in Manhattan, returning again and FINALLY arriving at Avenue H, schlepping my duffel bag 4 blocks to my Mom's apt. on East 19th.

A sense of relief that I made it through the deployment that I survived that experience

A little bit weird because I was stationed in different locations in the world and living in their Community are there space in the world it was just trying to come back home it was nice I loved it coming home

I was on 4 deployments. The first one was different because my husband was on deployment also and was gone for 4 more months. The other 3 after were after we had children. The first one after my son was born was the hardest. I was excited to be coming home, but nervous about how my son who was 1 year old would react. The last 2 were a bit better because I knew what to expect with the kids.

As a reservist and part of a battalion not in my state, I didn't have any support from that battalion since I didn't know anyone, and no one knew me or my family. I got back to see my family at the airport and since I was Navy and not allowed to travel in uniform, I traveled in obscurity. It was weird coming home unprepared for how the civilian world would look after the chaos of Iraq. I was intolerant of petty nonsense back home and had no outlet for any anxiety I felt and kept my head on a swivel for the longest time(sometimes still do). After deployments to Afghanistan and the Horn of Africa, the transition was better because the military learned better. It still didn't change the fact that my family was ignored by the Navy because we lived in Texas away from the Seabee bases and resources in Port Hueneme and Gulfport. We relied on older veteran family members and their spouses for how to try to become normal again and how to get help dealing with demons and nightmares. It really never ends though.

Extatic! There were times that I wondered that when I came home I would upright or in a box. I made up my mind there and then that I would never leave these great United States and stuck to it. There is so much to see and do here, why leave? I know that things are screwed up now but they will get better. The loony left won't be able to keep controul, the good people of this land will eventualy prevail.