the Madness of the Combat Medic

Eyes dim, and I'm not here anymore, I am in the heart of chaos, of war, My hands move as they once did  so long ago when I was a kid...

Oh my friends. 10 years gone now, Burned in the bloom of age, I will carry on your memory, this is my vow, No matter how it sa...

I've come to accept that, like it or not I have classic Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. There are a lot of things I do in my daily life ...

Washington Post writer David Finkle wrote two books about my unit during the Iraq Surge. One, " the Good Soldiers " was during the...

Let me tell you about a man that died in June, Too young to die, with a life not yet lived, I tried to help, but could not be revived, Ju...

I'll be honest, Donald Trump was not my first, second or third or fourth choice for the Office of President of the United States. I pers...

In the wake of a nut job deciding to try to shoot up a practice for an annual Democrat Vs Republican charity baseball game, there has been a...

Don't judge when you see my shoulders sag, You don't know the weight I carry, I have trouble opening that bag, Share my burden? N...

A few days ago I had the rather odd experience of going through a screening for a study for a medication for PTSD patients to help them get ...

I just recently got an award for working one year at my new job. That's given me some time to reflect on things. It's been one year ...