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

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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"Glad we cleared this up.  Don’t worry, I won’t ever be back, so I won’t waste anymore of your time, and you won’t waste any of mine.”  To which I got up, walked out of...
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...two therapists later, with no good answers, and a severe lack of trust in the mental health profession as a whole.  So how did I get here? I’m here, now what?...
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