Showing posts with label PTSD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PTSD. Show all posts

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Wadi Stones

I have two stones that I found on separate occasions in a wadi in Iraq in 2004. That was the year that killing and mayhem in Iraq markedly increased with roadside IEDs and VBIEDs. It was a horrible but unremarkable escalation of violence against occupiers, tribes and sects. On one, a large three-sided stone, I wrote, "Simplify" On the other, smaller stone, more akin to a stone you'd use to skip across a stream or lake surface, I wrote on one side, "Love Life." On the other side I wrote, "Dream." They have been on my toilet tank cover since I returned. They are the first objects I see every morning when i wake and the last things I see every night before bed. Ten years later, those words from a younger and wiser war-fighter me, written on wadi rocks with a black Sharpie, continue to inform my life. And for what it's worth, those wadie stones inform the lives of my employees; they just don't know it.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

It's only #derp if you're an uninformed asshole.

My VA position on 13 November 2011:




This guy, @n8sebaka calls me out 2 and a half years later:




But I've had serious issues with my VA care for months. This was one of my last VA tweets:




It's only #derp if you're an uninformed asshole. My recent TL is unequivocal (and incriminatory).

Even Farhad Manjoo can change his mind