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It's imperative to look up to and learn from army veterans; only then can we truly understand the sacrifices made by men and women in uniform.
Forever Wars
Originally posted to my blog Both Sides of the Bed on 17 February 2022, with minor edits One of the most difficult aspects of parenthood is born from the knowledge we gain while experiencing the ups and downs of our own lives. By virtue of the mistakes we make, our brushes with death, our time spent in war zones... we know just how quickly this world can damage our children, and it is a terrifying revelation. Those of us with anxiety issues could probably speak volumes on the subject and relay countless anecdotes on the waking nightmare machinations of anxious minds, and the myriad ways in which they've already "seen" the world hurt their kids. Thankfully, I do not experience crippling anxiety in that way, but I do still see the world and what it is capable of, and it is enough to unsettle me. We are a species that will go out of its way to tear ourselves, and each other, apart.
By John Aaron3 years ago in Serve
A Home Is A Right, Inc. (AHARI) Is Proudly Co-Sponsoring
Summary: AHARI is a non-profit organization focused on providing housing solutions to homeless veterans and their families. The organization is now co-sponsoring the community block party at Malcolm X Park to celebrate community values and resilience.
By Irfan Ahmad3 years ago in Serve
The Problem With VA Mental Health Services
It's no secret that the Department of Veterans Affairs has its problems when it comes to access to mental health services. The organization has made leaps and bounds in the right direction since it started recognizing and treating PTSD in 1980, but there is still a long way to go. Veterans like myself are constantly experiencing extremely lengthy wait times and a lack of choice when seeking out any care within the VA system.
By Jackson Sherry4 years ago in Serve
It’s Not the End of the World … Until it is
The studies into the differences between generations has always been something of interest to me. When you look into it, what you tend to find is that, since time began, older generations have always complained about their younger counterparts, and people, as they get older, always seem to be of the point of view that the world is getting worse. The phrase "the world is going to hell in a handcart" goes back to the 19th century. Yet the world's still standing. That said, at the turn of the 20th century, the world experienced a World War, a global pandemic, shortly followed by a global economic depression and another World War. Those who lived and died through that period are known as the "lost generation" and their children, the oldest people in our society today (those born from the 20s-40s), are referred to as the "silent generation."
By Matty Long4 years ago in Serve
Not so friendly of a welcome
In September 1980, I was in Munich, Germany for Octoberfest. My friends and I were having a few beers to wind down from field training exercises. We had been on maneuvers for ninety days and were glad to be back to the civilian world. We were given five days off to enjoy Octoberfest. My friends and I we decided to go to Munich for a little rest and relaxation. We had been there a day or two and we found a place to enjoy some food and a beer. After being there for about forty-five minutes, we decided to go elsewhere. Fifteen minutes after we left, the area where we had been sitting was attacked by a terrorist. We were the most sought after individuals by Polizei, because they thought somehow we were involved. When we were found we were questioned and an hour later we were released to our first sergeant. Our first sergeant took us back to our hotel and told us to check in with him and the commanding officer when we returned.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Serve
From Red Dirt to Topgun
Barefoot The sun rose over the farm field and promised another day of scorched earth as little Harold slipped out of bed to not wake his younger sister across the compact farmhouse loft. He pulled on his worn denim overalls and slid down the ladder into the semi-dark kitchen, and viewed the silhouette of his mom's back as she rolled out the biscuits for breakfast. The patched wood framed screened door squealed like a wild bird as he pushed it open, and his mom glanced over her shoulder to him.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Serve
