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Personal

Stories about our lives past, present, and our hopes for the future.

Before there was a veteran, a civilian existed. In a small city in southern Virginia, I was born into a strict household. My father was a veteran of the Air Force and my mother’s father...
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I’ve been on the road the last month working with a few veteran nonprofits. Meeting amazing people and hearing their stories fuels my passion! There is a significant amount of work to catch up on...
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Fitness is not a sprint, it is a marathon. The body does not change overnight...
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“Que es eso” (What’s this?)...
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You need to be real about the past. Don't sugar coat it....
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In life, we often don't recognize the small irritants as a major hazard. We let them go, allowing them to wear us down or compromise our integrity. Who would guess such a small thing could...
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Hey, I just heard one of your boys got wasted!” …Yeah, that’s the right way to tell someone. ...
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Wouldn’t it be ironic for Drew to lose his family because of explosives while he’s on the other side of the world diffusing IED’s and blowing things up? ...
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“I want you to know that we are here to help. I hope you see the progress we are making in recovering your memory. Though the techniques may seem aggressive, they are effective. Do you...
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Time slows as I watch myself convulse and scream....
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I turn the key over and over in my hand as possibilities turn over in my mind. The felt shape of the key seems to match the visual memory of the shackle. The key is...
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Wait, who’s Ben? The name is close- is it mine? Is it my son’s? A best friend’s? I’m caught in the cycle of this thought repeating and it’s growing more crowded with further questions of...
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I had spent so much time away from my family deployed and training but I still felt as though I needed to get away. My wife asked me to write about it, explain it. Why,...
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He takes the two steel cups and fills them both from the same bottle, pushing one half way across the table to me. Assuming he wants me to drink, I retrieve it, raising the glass...
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