How is it that as people we can sit in the same rooms and be two worlds apart from each other. I am finding this to be a current and reoccurring issue with my wife as many of us I am sure have found us to be in the same situations. Time and time again I read stories where us as Service Members and Veterans have our worlds fall apart due to the ones we love not understanding the people that we are in todays sense of the word. How is this so possible, where have we gone wrong? Well in my beliefs I do not believe that either of us have truly gone wrong at all, I believe that we both have different expectations as to how we are supposed to act now that we are ‘different’ than society seems to think we truly should be. Aren’t we still the loving caring people that we once were? Yes, yes we are! However we tend to show that differently in the present tenths than we ever have in the past, we have changed, we have learned a love language that is different from those around us. When a Vet is in trouble or needs some advice we all tend to jump at the opportunity to help them in anyway shape or form that we possibly can. Why can we not do this for those who love us to the bone though? That answer is a little more vague at the root of the question. Why do we turn the so called ‘other cheek’ to those that we care about and surround ourselves with but we can stand tall and proud with those that we don’t even know from a world away. I find this to be tearing my current marriage to shreds with the door open for my wife to walk out and not really have a second glance. Where possibly have I gone wrong in the dealings with family? At this point I truly am not sure, even as I write this my wife sits in the room next to me not knowing what I am doing as it’s not for her concern in my mind. This is where I come to a fault and I know this but I am not sure how to approach the situation. We have to come to these crossroads in our lives from time to time to find the true person we are meant to be. I might be rambling at this point as I do not know where to go, where is my next step supposed to be. I know the things that I have to do but would I rather take that step with those I am comfortable with or would I rather share with the woman who is supposed to be in my life until my last breath. This is a crossroad that I am sure many of you have passed not knowing if you have made the correct answer but where does this discussion lead us? I leave you with this, as a help to your brothers and sisters and a discussion amongst yourselves, what do you do? Where do you leave this piece?
People say, “You’re so philosophical now.”
After 22yrs of dealing with demons of what cannot be unseen, sometimes conquering, sometimes failing miserably, I have spent many days in reflection. To find some semblance of balance is one of the keys to dealing with PTSD. Balance comes through understanding. Balance, Peace…call it what you may.
Just a reminder that this Saturday, like all Saturdays is MMI’s SITREP Saturday.
This weekend is the Canadian Thanksgiving long, and in the USA, it’s Columbus Day long, so perhaps being alone and in self isolation, this Saturday may weigh more heavily than normal with those that are on their own.
We ask you, the raging masses to call, text, or swing by for a visit, a Veteran, or serving member who may be having a bit of a rough patch.
You’d be surprised on how good these simple gestures can mean to someone.
Believe me, I know. In my darkest time, I had a call from a Veteran’s organization, who rang me out of the blue, just to see how I was going.
It did make a difference, and so can you.
Remember in the US alone, there are 23 Veterans each day, taking their own lives. The UK, Australia, and Canada, plus other Allied nations are also experiencing service related suicides.
** keeping in mind also our LEO and 1st Responder Brothers and Sisters.
I used to sit out in the open on the hills at night listening to crack thump and watching the green tracer lines fly through the night, pinging off the hills all around me. Picking out different calibers and firing positions of the shooters. You know just sitting, enjoying the night, invincible, no way one of those guys could hit me if they tried, watching as if I were watching fireworks. It is actually one of the most enjoyable memories I have of Bosnia. They couldn’t do it then, I’m not about to do it now. Even though I witnessed the worst of what mankind can do to one another, it is this that broke me and caused me to leave a piece of myself over there. We are fighters and we must keep up the fight my brothers.
What a lot of people see in civilian life is that we aren’t the norm and we are not unchanged by what we have seen as brief as it is some times combat is a bitch and we live by rules even coming home.
– like don’t tell your family the whole truth they won’t understand.
– every one around you doesn’t care they just want a story .
Questions we get:
– why don’t you just get over it you aren’t there any more ,
-why do you duck when there’s a loud noise ,
-why are you always looking at every one every where you go.
-why can’t you just be normal
– there’s nothing to be afraid of why do you even bother keeping a pistol in your night stand
– why are you so tense you are safe now
Its like a punch in the face…you just never quite get used to it.
I’ve got a list as long as my arm of names of brothers who have taken their lives. Another has fallen less than 24hrs ago.
This has to stop!!! I don’t give a flying fack what the government statistics say. Our troops are killing themselves at an alarming rate.
I’m pleading with all of you, 1) call your buddies and let them know they aren’t alone
2) make our governments aware that this shit has to be dealt with.
I will not stop until the loss of lives stops. Their memory lives through us.
Because we have quite a few Vietnam Vets.
On the 8th of Nov 1965 the 173rd Airborne was attacked by a larger 1200 man force of Viet-Cong soldiers. The 173rd took huge losses.
Severely wounded and risking his own life, a medic, Lawrence Joll, saved countless lives while under heavy fire. Returning into the killzone many times to retrieve wounded commrades.
Lawrence Joll was the first living black man since the Spanish-American War to receive the United States Medal of Honor for savin’ so many lives in the midst of battle that day.
Military Minds salutes Lawrence Joll, the 173rd Airborne and all Vietnam Vets.
Today, October 3rd, is the 21st anniversary of the Battle of Mogadishu. It was the inspiration for several books, and later a film, Blackhawk Down. 18 American servicemen fell, and 73 were wounded. 2 Posthumous Medals of Honor were awarded to MSG Gary Ivan Gordon, 33, and SFC Randy Shughart, 35, who died protecting the crew and crash site of Blackhawk Super Six-Four. Numerous other decorations were awarded for valor in the aftermath of the battle.
The images of the bodies of Gordon and Shughart being dragged through the streets after the battle provided me, at the tender age of 10, with one of my earliest memories of hate.
The United Nations withdrew on March 3rd of 1994, and the US withdrew from Somalia March 25th of 1994. Take the time today to remember the men and women who stood on the line during times of “peace”. There were many, and they walk among us in their 40’s, 50’s and 60’s now. Thank those who are left. Remember those who fell. You will never be forgotten.