Of War and PTSD

I watched a movie yesterday in which the protagonist struggled with PTSD.  I am a veteran of Iraq and have fought my own demons.  I hated the movie; I loved the movie.  It raised too many emotions, too many questions.  Namely, a sad rage coupled with an overarching question: when the fuck will I get over this?  And, for God’s sake, why do we still insist on violence as an appropriate counter-response to violence?