The Remedies of War Part 4

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Calcarea carbonica

They are often the patriots who have gone to war to protect the citizens of this country, their national family. To drown out the memories, these vets often are workaholics and are very devoted to their families. They are loyal to the government’s position, the stance of doing what’s right for our country to protect it. Calc-c often is stirred with questions about why does life turn out the way it does, why does God allow war and death? They are seekers looking for answers to what they’ve gone through.

Natrum muriaticum

As expected, there is a deep sense of loss for a sensitive veteran who was hurled into a state of grief. This remedy is more apparent when the anger has been penetrated. They have a great remorse about what they could have done differently to keep someone alive. Survivor’s guilt is common. They feel that their friend should have lived and they should have been the one to die. Unless a deep trust and rapport is established, they are not open to being consoled and will wall you out. If they open up they may weep from the depths of their being about what they witnessed and participated in. Some say they would rather have been killed than to kill another. They continually visit the graveyards of the past in their memories.


These veterans are still in shock and feel numb to civilian life. It is hard for them to relate, like experiencing death close-hand while the world talks of the mundane. Part of their spirit has never left the scene. The slightest sudden noise can put them into tremendous fear of attack or death. ie. a car backfires and they feel they are being shot at or there is an explosive going off as they crouch to the floor urgently and protectively.

These are brief caricatures that came up and hardly cover the depth of the particulars of the cases. It just gives a flavor for how some veterans in their particular remedy state approached their survival of the war. And because of the exposures to chemicals, I feel that smaller remedies also strongly come into play. There is much research yet to be done.

Case history

One veteran, in particular, started a motorcycle gang when he got out of the service. Loyalty and pride and an invitation to flirt with death was the diet he lived on. Yet there was another side. He told me a story of when he was asked to go to the store by his wife to get some meat for dinner. He was standing over the meat counter looking for the right selection when a woman come up behind him unexpectedly and bumped forcefully into him. He threw the meat into the mirror behind the counter and ran out the store. He said he was so close to throwing her into the mirror on instinct that he panicked. His children were born with birth defects commonly seen with dioxin exposure.

One was born legally blind with severe acne. He shared another story about a day when his wife brought home some Chinese herbs to try to treat his frequent headaches. She had put it on the stove to brew. He had been in the other room, shrouded in darkness, lying still so that the migraine headache he was experiencing would not penetrate deeper than it already had. As the smell sifted past him he said it built up inside him until he could no longer contain it and yelled, “the smell, get rid of the smell!” It was too primal a memory of the Vietnamese villagers who commonly cooked herbs. He said he was pointman for 15 months, searching out the enemy.

Now he was more fearful of the ones who were no longer there. One of his most painful memories was in Cambodia where he was ordered to come into a village after it had been “cleaned out” and check the bodies. Many dead women and children had to be gathered. He was again ordered to return back to that same village 3 weeks later to dispose of those same bodies that had been left out. He couldn’t get out of his senses the smell as well as the sight. Daily he was reminded of what he brought back with him from the war.

Whenever he would eat, it felt like a bristle brush was scraping his intestines. He had not known stools without blood and pain since he had come home from Vietnam. He invited me to his home. A camouflaged parachute flared out to cover the ceiling in his home. Guns, “war trophies”, pictures of the war hung defiantly. If he had to live through it, you could at least look at it.