When I finally left the army it was in the year 2000 and my alcoholism had begun to escalate. By now I was drinking in the morning just to face the day. My life was one hundred percent dominated by alcohol. I had to drink all the time. My faithless friends had started avoiding me, but occasionally one or two of my old friends would stop by to see how I’m doing and suggest I try to do something about my drinking, mostly because they all could see I was very ill. So I had decided to drink less, but it had not work out great. So I tried to stop altogether, but was amazed at how difficult it was to stop completely. I had become desperate to do something about my drinking, I got the shakes and sweats if I couldn't get my drink, but I hated it.
