These words are always tormentingly liberating. I fear every phrase, wondering if some passing reader might one day recognize my same Continue Reading
Rewritten Truths
“Truth” once written in our self-perceptions become rewritten through time. Every passing recollection falls prey not to the “truth” but rather Continue Reading
The Burden of Being Called Guru
The word has always weighed heavy on my shoulders. Each utterance has cast upon me a humbling burden. In black and white it is a "mentor, guide, Continue Reading
The Forsaken
In moments of deepest darkness, we are the monsters called forth. We are the devils summoned to bypass pleading with God for forgiveness. Beckoned and Continue Reading
Donning My Gear
I don my belt and snap my keepers. I place my radio in its pouch and clip it in. I slide my light into its place. I slip into my body armor and Continue Reading
The Blissfully Ignorant
Freedom allows the ignorant and inexperienced to profess utopian ideologies—ideologies that captivate the imagination. Their only physical Continue Reading
F*** with the Odds
My memories stand as a testament to those lost. A shared post from a young widow whose husband struggled with peace because of war. A quote from a Continue Reading
May These Words Help You Find Your Way Back
I once sought solace and comfort in pressed wood and graphite trails. Each stroke documented my own life. Each trail soon amounted to no more Continue Reading
Wooden Sarcophagus
They lay in their wooden sarcophagus, the polished and the tattered, the clean and the dirty, the garrison and the combat. They represent a life Continue Reading
From Civilian to Military into Something In-Between
I opened the door to a PX special of attire. What stood before me were four bushy-eyed Airmen covered in American flags, 1776, and Grunt Style. Continue Reading
We Come from Different Worlds
You see a vet, and you see an angry, gun-slinging, paranoid, PTSD-stricken lunatic. He cusses all the time and seems to always be looking over Continue Reading
I Want To Reassume My Position On The Brink
I want nothing more than to run one foot after the other, weight bearing down on me, the sun on my back, and hell on earth all around me. I feel Continue Reading