Gone to Darkness (Sydney Rose Parnell, #4)

by Barbara Nickless

Then again, maybe all this was nothing more than PTSD-fueled paranoia. During group sessions at the VA, a lot of my fellow Marines admitted to sharing the feeling. Like a phantom limb, it was the stubborn vestige of a war that demanded we scan every room we entered for possible threats. That we keep our faces toward the door. That we go into high alert at every loud bang.

A quote from the novel.

When some of us look inside ourselves, we find a whole lot of ugly.

Another good line