It’s taken me 31 years to figure out that there are two types of people in your life: balloons and anchors.
Relevant issues that make full integration of women into combat units a counter-productive move.
The shallow cheers from a safe distance, the misunderstanding of the warrior mindset, and the truth. If the shoe don't fit, you will damn sure know a foot that it would.
It hurts me to think about it in ways I cannot express, the simple fact that it is happening to a friend of mine is another issue entirely. The topic is homelessness among veterans.
I think it’s time we address something else separate from the last two pieces. Rather than addressing the interior issues, the mental ones, we need to take a hard look at the way others perceive us. There is a stigma attached to vets that I have seen perpetuated by some of our own.
A former member of a notorious PMC appraises a notorious government-run, military veteran benefit system.
People just don’t get it. I’m not just talking about the straights. Vets don’t get it a lot of the time, either. PTSD isn’t a paycheck. PTSD isn’t some ailment to mention to your friends so you can come off as some kind of mysterious, battle-hardened, warrior. PTSD isn’t what you blame your temper tantrums on, or your shitty outlook, or your just plain, bad attitude.