A Warriors Struggle

A look into struggles that so many of us face


January 2016

Who Am I?

I signed a lifetime contract to protect, serve and die for my country, brothers and family. 

I am a Warrior that has done and seen things that every day people would never imagine. 

I am a selfless individual that does not have to prove where I have been, just look into my eyes. 

I am often forgot about, shunned, overlooked, homeless, broke and sick. 

I can be your best friend or your worse enemy. 

I fight for dignity, honor, respect and freedom, not for me but for you. 

I continue to fight the enemy long after the war has ended. 

Once my life is over, I will still reek havoc on my enemies 6 feet below. 

My battle never ends!

I am a United States Veteran! 


The Price of Freedom

Trees rumble softly as the wind flows through the valley.

Children filled with joy, laughing in the distance.

Open your ears and listen. Do you hear the sound of freedom?


The smile on a loved ones face as they achieve something great.

Looking through old photos of family and friends.

Open your eyes and look. Do you see freedom?


Fresh cut grass on a cool spring day.

The aroma of a favorite dinner after a long stressful day.

Take a deep breath. Do you smell freedom?


Fall in love, live your dream and don’t let anyone hold you back.

The price for your freedom has already been paid in full, with blood.


Your hours turn into years for us; your pain, we carry for a lifetime.

The sounds, visions, smells and senses that you enjoy,

We sacrificed our enjoyment of those things the day we signed the dotted line.


We live our life listening to the cries, smelling the carnage and tasting the blood that was paid for your freedom. Sleepless nights, cold hospital rooms and isolation is our norm.

We fought in different battles and have seen different things. One thing in common is we would do it all over again just to know you sleep in peace.


America, we don’t want your pity, your money or sympathy. When we pass all we ask is that you never forget the price of freedom. Don’t forget about them and don’t forget about us.

A Life in Two Worlds

Blood shot eyes, exhaustion consumes me. Sleep is a word that has been nearly forgotten.

It’s dark and cold, the city has turned in for the night but I am wide awake.

I fight my eyes as they try to close. I take another drink, the whiskey runs through me as fast as lightning, jolting me awake for another few minutes.

I can hear everything, the quieter it is the louder I can hear. It starts off as a small ringing in the ears. As the clock ticks, the ringing gets louder. It’s as if I am being hypnotized by my own thoughts.

The ringing turns into other sounds. Some of them can be explained, others I try to ignore.

Cries for help and images of wounded soldiers start to flash before my eyes. The images are mixed with memories from child hood, innocent things combined with things that I would never wish on my worst enemy.

I fight myself to open my eyes so the flashes will stop. The cycle continues every day and every night.

Who will understand the battle I face? Who will understand my fears?

This illness does not have a color, it does not have a smell and it cannot be seen by the human eye.

We live in two worlds, inside and outside. We see both but you only see one.

Many fight this battle all alone because they know that no one will understand.

Sometimes all we need is open arms to comfort our delicate soul. We don’t want to explain the horror that goes on inside, we just need to know that we are not alone.

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