Very touching, emotional and moving stuff.
No matter your views on the war in Afghanistan, you should watch this, and reflect.
An Australian Soldier’s perspective.
Merrill Newman says his interest in the Korean War may have been misinterpreted by authorities.
Well… No Shit.
After turning down an offer from Vice President Biden to ride on Air Force Two and a long ride from Bejing to SFO, Merrill Newman has arrived at his home in Palo Alto, California. Citing that the North Korean government released him based on both his medical condition and his age, Newman was released and was flown to Bejing.
Side note: The reason he turned down the flight with the vice president is because there was a more direct flight to SFO on a commercial liner. Thanks Mr. Vice President, it’s not like being held captive is important or anything.
The problem was, hell it still is, that I donât see why I should have to adopt the thought process of the 99.55% of this country that sat back when it was time to put work in.
I have been spending the last couple of months perusing blogs and articles from veterans that are dealing with problems transitioning for whatever reasons they may have. This one really caught me because of the way the author describes the arduous task of applying for jobs, and never receiving a call when you have spent years dedicating your life to the country.
About the Author:
Leo is a former Army Ranger Medic that served on 4 deployments in support of the Global War on Terror.
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CPL Andrew W. Nunn USA(R)
I’m sorry that I forgot to say anything a couple of days ago. Normally I don’t forget. But I’m caught up in school work. I hope you understand. Anyways, I’m writing to say that I miss you a lot. I miss the shit we used to get into and trouble we’d cause. I can’t believe it’s been…
WASHINGTON — The good news: most people with military service never consider suicide. Contrary to popular perception, there is no “epidemic” of military-related suicides — even though President Barack Obama used the word in a speech this summer at the Disabled American Veterans Convention.
”Some 8,000 veterans are thought to die by suicide each year, a toll of about 22 per day, according to a 2012 VA study. The VA acknowledged the numbers might be significantly underestimated because they’re based on incomplete data from 21 states, not including Texas or California. Even so, the data documents an increase of nearly 11 percent between 2007 and 2010, the most recent year of data in the study.”
Some food for thought.
Photographing the Backs of Sailors’ Heads
It’s 1982 and I’ve got a gig on a Navy aircraft carrier, the USS Ranger. I climb aboard at Coronado Island across the San Diego Bay and get off seven days later in Honolulu, Hawaii. Three or four layers below deck I set up a portable portrait studio: three strobes on stands with a battery pack—two with umbrellas and one to spot the painted backdrop. I have an adjustable posing stool and a Beattie Coleman Portronic camera with a 100-foot roll of 70-millimeter color negative film. The Portronic sits on a roller tripod and has a slot for cards to ID the negatives. Approximately 3,000 men, who for the most part are still just boys, are slated for their yearbook portraits. These lucky sailors will hopefully purchase prints for the proud parents and girls in waiting back home in Dudvillie. I’ve borrowed the equipment from the storeroom of a portrait studio where I worked for a while and somehow ended up with my own key. I’m hoping to make a bundle.
The USS Ranger is a bustling city of men, many of whom live like cave dwellers and go for weeks at a time without seeing natural light. I think they’re all a bunch of idiots, but I can be quick to judge and tend to bristle around people in uniform. Enclosed in gloppy gray gloom, everything is narrow and riveted together. Heavy metal clanks echo from the walls but voices remain stationary. I eat with the officers in the mess hall and I’ve gone exploring and been lost three times by the second day.
Anonymous asked: How does war change people?
Are you serious?
You’re placed in an environment that is hostile where someone wants you dead. Not just high school grudge, “Oh I hate that guy, I wish he was dead,” but rather this person is actively hunting you down and waiting for an opportunity to take your life or leave you mortally wounded.
Sometimes you get to see
friendsfamily members get maimed or killed in front of you. Family? Yeah, family. These are the closest people you have to family who will go out of their way to keep you alive if it means killing for you or worse, dying for you.
Spend 12+ months surrounded by these guys, who you will know better than their significant others, while you are under constant surveillance by the enemy who is waiting for that once chance to kill you or your
friendsfamily. I got lucky having only to do two deployments to Iraq. I have friends who I joined the Army with who are working on the fifth rotation overseas. After that 12 months, you get removed from that hostile environment and placed in “safe” area back home. You’re away from everyone who was busy keeping you alive. You’re surrounded by people constantly watching you. You get to spend the rest of your days living with decisions that you made in less than a split second, hoping that they were right and “what-iffing” all of the possibilities.
Exposure to combat isn’t something to be taken lightly. Not when their are peoples’ lives on the line. And it’s not just matters pertaining to death and violence, but things as simple as getting to see your girlfriend or kids, or getting text messages from them, or getting to shower everyday, or being able to eat decent food. It won’t just give you an appreciation for life on a level you never knew existed, but an appreciation for little things that you figured out how to live without.