My opinion article on General Mattis: “Conventional forces will assume more special operations force roles in 2018.”

Before you read my opinion, I suggest any reader (that is you) examine the articles I am giving my opinion, because you will know I am not trying to mischaracterize something which is an unfortunate reality of our "journalist," of which I believe there are very few left. I also am not trying to change …

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An angry message to the VA and the unusal response.

Authors note I will turn this into a section of a multipart story, for right now though I was so blown away by the response of the VA personnel. I think it is important to have an understanding of this long-standing situation, otherwise, I just look like a psycho with an angry late-night message, which …

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This Jarring Photo Series Captures What PTSD Really Looks Like. [Buzzfeed link]

This is just as impactful to me now as it was back when I first saw it. The one that is the worst for me is the divorcing couple. They know the problems with PTSD, but they simply cannot take it. I do not believe it is possible to understand the trials and pain that …

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Through the fog. A journey through the hell of war and PTSD. Part II.

Part II I was born in 87’ to a Munchausen mother monster on meth. Father wanted that abortion. Or so says the meth monster. 27 years later the question posed to the father after he fucked my family over for $40,000. Thanks, James! Anyways, he says no, he didn’t. Spits out a story completely contradicting hers. …

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Through the fog. A journey through the hell of war and PTSD. Part I.

The ground was met with a thud. The gravel crushed under BT’s boots as he walked down the path. He had no idea where he was. The single path was lined with thick trees. Paper Birch he believed. He would have told someone that, or asked someone, had there been anyone to talk to. He …

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