My Mom was on the receiving end of some of that PTSD on more than one occasion, and she could have used that video. LOL.
She called it "shell shock" and the incident I remember the most was around 75 or 76, but it was definitely July.
My old man was in the Pacific, and almost never talked about it. Every know and again he would be having a bad dream and would yell in the middle of the night, wake everybody but always fell right back to sleep.
I would have been 8 or 9 years old. My twin brother and I were on the living room floor, watching Hawaii 5-0, cuz in the 70's kids weren't allowed on the couches. Dad was still in his green Dickies and white T shirt and had fallen asleep in his chair, mom was on the couch.
I always thought it was something on the TV, but my Mom always said it was a bottle rocket that the neighbors were shooting off, but all of a sudden my Dad sprang to his feet and let out an epic stream of filth that would have given a school teacher a stroke. My mom, all 5'1" of her, stood up, shouted his name, and slapped him right across the face.
His face turned red, he grabbed my mom by the throat and picked her up with one hand, with pure rage and murder in his eyes. My brother and I nearly shit our pants, and were frozen in place with our mouths wide. My sister had heard the ruckus and ran into the room and yelled "Dad !!!" He snapped his head round to look at her and all the color drained from his face. He let my Mom go, muttered "f***" under his breath, went out to the kitchen and made a high ball with Canadian Mist, sat back down like nothing happened and watched TV.
That was a full 30 years after he was in combat. Mom said it was actually worse when he got older. That was the first time I ever heard his drop an F bomb, and the last time I ever saw my Mom slap him!