I was sent this painting by a Vietnam Vet who created this work to help out a fellow vet suffering from PTSD.
The Veterans Art Foundation has recently renewed it’s facebook and twitter accounts with a passion. We’ve driven in more traffic and fans then we have in months. We have over 350 followers in the Art, Veteran, and nonprofit communities. Our twitter grade is: 88 out of 100, which is a decent start. It measures our influence, reach, and followers ratio.
The Facebook fan page now has 163 people “liking” it. It’s a small number to start with, but we’ve increased 150% in the last few days. Our links have been commented and re-posted across the net. We’ve also started a new campaign for a massive project that will bring together artists and veterans on an unheard of scale.
Thanks for caring.
I’m sure there are scores of other combat veterans that have publicly humiliated themselves nationally by going on a syndicated news program ranting about how in a four-day period, they caught the clap, fought a white rapper and his posse, and knocked up a grandmother. By doing this, I’m sure they pissed off their girlfriends and wives, like I did.
What you’re about to read, isn’t the typical war memoir, but a true glimpse at an under achieving and overeducated grunt. It’s often not pretty. The language you will come across is coarse and often politically incorrect. I may paraphrase some conversations and quotes. The characters that inhabit my story vary. Sometimes the antagonists aren’t insurgents hell bent on ruining your day, but the people you work for. I would classify some of the people involved as heroes, others not so much. I include myself in the latter group.
The story itself moves from comedy to tragedy, with ease. You may read into the humor and lightheartedness as escapism. The book is more of a comedic take on the military experience, but don’t mistake it for satire. Beneath the funny aspects lies sadness. I don’t hate the military at all. I miss the sense of purpose and camaraderie. However many times I trash other people and leaders, I bring the same upon myself two-fold. That’s probably what it truly is and how I deal with reality. The dark side of wartime service balances the levity. The good and bad die, get cancer, ruin their lives, are injured, and lose families. I’m disabled, the Veterans Administration puts my percentile at 60%. I’m mental, it would seem.
Currently, I am sipping a beer, wondering why I haven’t finished the paperwork for the Art Foundation I am forming.
You are about to enter a different type of culture. I am dedicating this book to my fallen comrades, along with the veterans in my family who have passed. I am sure if my grandpa had read this, he’d strangle me. Here’s hoping they have a sense of humor up there.
 National Public Radio, “War Vets Try To Bridge The Divide Back Home” by Libby Lewis. Originally aired on June 18th, 2008.
 It’s curable.
 A wonderful, caring woman who I hope is doing well.
 As I know it.
 I’ll get to that later. As the reader can see, I like footnotes.
I am going to try a new tack and publish some of my memoir, which is a work in progress. I’ll put up chapters here and there, in hopes of getting feedback. I’ll start right now.
The memoir in question deals with my life from stepping foot in Alaska ’til now. Army life, war, and readjustment are all covered. The posts may not be in order.
I am working on putting together a writer (a veteran himself) and Benny Alicea (retired, Silver Star awardee). All this time, I figured it would be easy once I found a writer. I’m a bit naive and admit that. Everyone, besides myself has quite a bit on their plate.
I do hope this come to fruition and we can create a worthy book about this veteran’s wartime (Fallujah and Najaf) experiences, and readjustment issues when he came home to a different world.
Here’s a link to Sgt. Alicea’s story. He’s a close personal friend of the foundation and a poet.
Training police about veterans’ issues can be a tricky endeavor. Police on the whole are a tough group to break through when face to face during instructions. One has to reach out to them on a level playing field. Cops are reserved as a group and individually. A great deal of veterans are officers of the law and that may help.
Veterans are slowly but surely causing issues within the criminal justice system. Domestic violence, dui’s, alcohol, and drug abuse are becoming prevalent in our generation. No one’s immune, in our cohort. Whether you suffer or cause suffering isn’t always the issue. Others around you will, and ignoring it will cause it to escalate to an epidemic.
Facing a group of police is nerve wracking when leading a discussion panel and questions and answers. In order to reach them, you must make them understand Cops usually respond to gallows humor, but today, mine fell short. They listened carefully, sans one aloof officer, who didn’t keep his smirks to himself. (I may have misinterpreted his ticks though).
Chris and I taught police signs of PTSD, depression, identifying and coping mechanisms for veterans. We also share how to deescalate potentially violent situations through empathy. In the end, some police officers approached us with questions and complements. One of the greatest things we’ve heard has been “this has been the greatest training I’ve ever had in X years.” It’s flattering and means we have reached at least some level of understanding within the law enforcement community.
I grew up, hoping to be one of two things. A cop or an Archeologist (thanks, Indiana Jones!), and these at first seemed attainable. Arguably the archeologist one still is. I even graduated from Northeastern University with a degree in Criminal Justice. After failing to drift right into a police job, I joined the military.
Spending four years in the army was no cake-walk. It also wasn’t too bad at times. The 16 months of combat took its toll on my mental stability and anger management. I went for disability and ended up walking away with 60%. The choice I made of admitting my problems and seeking disability has rendered my dreams of ever becoming a cop virtually nonexistent.
I started the art foundation in response. I’m no painter, but I love writing and film and appreciate all aspects of art. I’ve written films, screenplays, and even shopped around a screenplay (failing, I might add) since being home. This is my plan for the future. (may do one of those Archeology vacations and hopefully fight off Nazis)
The problem with disability (mentally and/or physically) and admitting you have them, resounds throughout your life. As a 60% vet, I cannot apply for police departments. The state has the highest, at 50 percent acceptance. Even then, I don’t think they’d allow me, with my depression and anxiety in. These issues will affect large numbers of veterans with problems. They have to balance their issues with job opportunities.
A large portion of combat vets seek jobs in law enforcement or the likes. Those jobs suite their needs and personality. If they admit their issues, then they’re basically out of luck. Finding other meaningful work, will be tough. That’s why I hope to at least help alleviate some stress with this foundation. There will be thousands of disenfranchised veterans with little motivation when dreams disappear before their very eyes. Something needs to change, whether it be laws or employment standards. To deny veterans jobs, is a crime.