“Let’s go crazy, let’s get nuts, slip on a purple banana ’til they throw us in the truck”-Prince
The Silent Warrior Scholarship Fund was started in 2010 by Reconnaissance Marines to honor the memory of their fallen brothers. After returning home from Afghanistan a small group of men were presented with the idea of a scholarship to keep the memory of their brothers alive.
Sometimes you gotta fight for your right to hang out and talk about how you wish a motherfucker would...
The question blew my mind, and still does. At twenty years old, having just gone to war, lost friends, and come back, it absolutely astounded me that adults in my own country did not know where we were fighting a very publicized war.
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.
10 years ago, I came to Iraq with zero idea of what to expect. I had just celebrated my 21st birthday on ship, and had just picked up corporal. There really was no social media at the time and my exposure to the news was limited to what I saw in the chow hall. I figured I would be out “hookin’ and jabbin”’ with the Republican Guard in a conflict straight out of the manuals. I was pretty much, totally wrong…
It’s taken me 31 years to figure out that there are two types of people in your life: balloons and anchors.
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.