These conversations are real to us. To others, we are just "psycho-babbling." We are often shunned, ostracized, forced into isolation from the people whom we should seek shelter and solace. They don't know how to deal with our PTSD, so we turn to Drugs and Alcohol to escape the pain of Total Recall, The Nightmares, The Flashbacks with Intrusive Thoughts. We Self Medicate ourselves. Ultimately society becomes ashamed of this blight that has stained it's pure unblemished moral fabric. Yet we are the physical extensions of your political cerebral manifestations.
YES, we Talk to the Souls, the Faces of Fear and Death! Many of us can't get a full nights peace, as for myself... I Can Still Hear Their Cries, Even In My Sleep!!!
“E. Everett McFall's collection ‘I Can Still Hear Their Cries’, is a cathartic work that takes a reader into the torment and pain of a Vietnam War veteran who, through poetry and prose, provides a reader with a shocking sensory insight into life as a Marine Corpsman(Medic) and a surviving veteran. His poetry is vivid, visual, honest, compelling and painful.
McFall, I commend you for your candid openness, your vulnerability and capacity to reach others who are too often overlooked. We believe that this work could provide support for veterans of the Gulf War as well as those returning from Iraq and their families.”
Regina V. Jones, Professor, Indiana University Northwest, Dept. of Minority Studies