The National Director of how sent this to me… I wanted to share it with ya’ll… It was posted up on Kayak Bass fishing and I know some of you know personally what he means but this kind of shows you what we do for our Brothers and Sisters who come home and we take out. Some of you have gone through “two hells” and some of you like me have stood at the brink, with half of your feet over the edge and looked into it’s depths and feel the guilt of coming home in one peice, well physically at least, after seeing buddies come home in peices or bags, for those who haven’t count your blessings and this gives ya a little insight to the fight still left in them… we have a great program and I am proud to be a part of it… This is one of the most powerful things I have read in a while…
Ken
No, this ISN’T addressed to the kayakfishermen who founded and participate in the
“Heroes On The Water” program. Those guys have set the bar incredibly high for all of
us, and have earned my utmost respect. But this isn’t about them.
This letter is addressed to YOU—the fallen warrior who is out there somewhere,
in a bed or a wheelchair or a Stokes frame, or trembling with effort as you try to
pull yourself along those rails, or trapped inside the neverending nightmare of
Traumatic Brain Injury.
I’m going to speak from experience here, little brother. My time on the line came long
ago, in another unpopular war in another troubled time. Unlike you, I walked away
without much damage—physically, anyway. But eight years ago last month, I got a
REAL good taste of what many of you are going through now.
I got between an amped-out escaping mental patient and a little old lady, and I got
(according to witnesses) just about every square inch of my head used for a soccer ball
for just under three minutes. I got the helicopter ride, and the brain surgery, and two
heart attacks on the table, and then my lungs gave out, and the only way they could save
me was to induce a coma and warehouse me up on the ninth