Posts filed under: Military

Military

Writings of my life in the Marines, as a veteran, other veteran’s stories told, observations, and a hope to improve communication between the veteran and civilian world

I hated that man; I hated the General that screwed with the air support....
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You want to talk about heroics?  Talk about them....
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Life is short, or long. You just don't know how things are going to go from one day to the next....
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The frightening thing is, some of you know you're at max pressure. You've been staring at your gauge for awhile now, tempting fate....
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What makes veterans heroes?  Is it be cause we “signed a blank check” or because we “stand ready at the door against the wolves” or maybe it’s because we are the “rough men (and women)...
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This morning as I was making my coffee, I realized just how isolated I've become. I'm actually quite the hermit these days....
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Imagine trying to meet and establish rapport with a new mental health provider over the telephone...
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Identity.  It’s a funny thing.  It’s an easy thing to find your identity when it’s being poured down your gullet like being waterboarded by the Kool-Aid man....
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The more I’ve thought about it recently, the more I recognize I still need some serious help.  It’s exhausting though, having to start the process over and over again, explaining myself to someone....
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There was an overwhelming sense of relief and peace as soon as I quit....
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Admitting it out loud is one of the scariest things I’ve ever done.  Telling someone you know that you have......
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What angle does the barrel of a Glock 19 need to be to optimally blow my brains out when I squeeze the trigger?...
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“Have you ever killed anyone?”  has got to be one of the dumbest questions ever asked by a civilian.  It’s not malicious.  It’s ignorance....
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I was excited about the prospect of deploying again.  The unit was spinning up as I checked in.  It was long nights, exhausting days; 6, sometimes seven days a week, working 18 or more hours...
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We separated for about 6 months.  My wife and children went out to Colorado to live with friends, while I packed up my meager possessions I had left and PCS’d (Permanent Change of Station) to...
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