Official Memorial Day

Advertisement
Yes it is friend.

Yes it is.

I've said this before, for any vet here, if you ever have a bad day (you know what I mean), you DM me immediately and I'll move heaven and earth to make it better however I'm able.

I appreciate you mentioning that and thanks for that mindset. I have had really good, skilled VA counselors to have the suicidal vet contact me to just talk. It's hard for me to understand why they'd be suicidal - but I've figured out at least the ones I've spoken with.

They're empaths. When it hit me - I then understood. They emotionally suffer the exact same emotion of their "victims," or companions that were put in agony or pain - but they keep those emotions, whereas those who they witnessed - got better or died. These guys never get to turn it loose.

They don't feel they can talk about what they did, what they witnessed, what they experienced - without shame in being a participant at a minimum - or inflicting these outbreaks.

How do you even explain what you experienced - to some counselor who has no basis to begin to comprehend the things we were compelled to do? You did maybe disgusting, cruel things at that time, in that environment - that you could never tell friends or family. Because it was the norm for getting through it.

So they don't talk to counselors. Or anyone.

I tell them who I am, what I was, where I was and then assure them there's nothing - and I mean nothing they can tell me they participated in, did, saw, or thought about - that I haven't participated in, did, or saw - that will shock me or disgust me.

THEN we can talk. Common phrases, common experiences.

Then I tell them that there's good news and there's bad news. The bad news is that these memories will never go way. Don't think otherwise.

But the good news - as time goes by - these memories and accompanying emotions will become less and less frequent - and if you feel that door cracking open - have something that you love or find interesting to work on that will take all your attention. Two minutes - and that door that cracked open is again - shut.

Takes practice - and your go-to place must demand your full attention.

And finally - fate. You were placed in a situation that required certain skills and abilities. You made it through. You are fated to do something in the future that's obviously important - even critical - to/for someone.

That lone, stout tree growing out of the top of a high mesa - exposed to terrible winds - that's the strong tree - you. You have to fight even more now - to fulfill your fate. To accomplish what you're here for. And you've already proven you can get through the hard **** , but you're not finished.

So - every day you awaken - look for it. Most likely there's not just one task you're here for. The strongest trees - carry the strongest loads put on it. So make a difference today - tomorrow - and keep yourself prepared to fulfill your fated tasks.

Seems like the light comes on - and works pretty well - they realize it's not just about them - it's about those around them.
 
Last edited:
I appreciate you mentioning that and thanks for that mindset. I have had really good, skilled VA counselors to have the suicidal vet contact me to just talk. It's hard for me to understand why they'd be suicidal - but I've figured out at least the ones I've spoken with.

They're empaths. When it hit me - I then understood. They emotionally suffer the exact same emotion of their "victims," or companions that were put in agony or pain - but they keep those emotions, whereas those who they witnessed - got better or died. These guys never get to turn it loose.

They don't feel they can talk about what they did, what they witnessed, what they experienced - without shame in being a participant at a minimum - or inflicting these outbreaks.

How do you even explain what you experienced - to some counselor who has no basis to begin to comprehend the things we were compelled to do? You did maybe disgusting, cruel things at that time, in that environment - that you could never tell friends or family. Because it was the norm for getting through it.

So they don't talk to counselors. Or anyone.

I tell them who I am, what I was, where I was and then assure them there's nothing - and I mean nothing they can tell me they participated in, did, saw, or thought about - that I haven't participated in, did, or saw - that will shock me or disgust me.

THEN we can talk. Common phrases, common experiences.

Then I tell them that there's good news and there's bad news. The bad news is that these memories will never go way. Don't think otherwise.

But the good news - as time goes by - these memories and accompanying emotions will become less and less frequent - and if you feel that door cracking open - have something that you love or find interesting to work on that will take all your attention. Two minutes - and that door that cracked open is again - shut.

Takes practice - and your go-to place must demand your full attention.

And finally - fate. You were placed in a situation that required certain skills and abilities. You made it through. You are fated to do something in the future that's obviously important - even critical - to/for someone.

That lone, stout tree growing out of the top of a high mesa - exposed to terrible winds - that's the strong tree - you. You have to fight even more now - to fulfill your fate. To accomplish what you're here for. And you've already proven you can get through the hard **** , but you're not finished.

So - every day you awaken - look for it. Most likely there's not just one task you're here for. The strongest trees - carry the strongest loads put on it. So make a difference today - tomorrow - and keep yourself prepared to fulfill your fated tasks.

Seems like the light comes on - and works pretty well - they realize it's not just about them - it's about those around them.
You are right over the target. VA counselors are good people,but unless they also have the experiential "been there, done that" component, there can be a natural barrier with some of the veterans they are trying to help.

Myself and Mrs Empirical belong to a network of vets who do have the "credibility" to speak to all experiences and we do our best to help our fellow war fighters whenever called upon.
 
My nephew on the left. Guard at Tomb of the Unknown Soldier:

1716832051670.png
 
True Story that took place at the tomb of the unknown soldier. Many years ago, when my kids were 10 and 12 we took them to Washington DC and then on to see the tomb of the unknown soldier. When we were there it just happened to be the time for the changing of the guard. The changing is a dead silent, very respectful event. Everyone watching must stand in total silence. As the commander began he noticed that a young mom had let her two kids (probably 3 or 4 years old) sit on the ground. He stopped the proceedings and very slowly, and silently, he marched over to where the children were sitting, looked at the mother and said "They WILL Stand.....NOW!" i never saw a mom pull up her kids as fast as she did, grabbed them and immediately left. Needless to say but no one made a peep.
 
Advertisement
Yea no **** , have a good weekend
I’m going to try and take the high road and make the leap; he was confused by the previous comment also honoring current service members as well.

But I walked through the difference between Memorial Day/Veterans Day with my children again today.

Sadly, I’m guessing half of Americans don’t understand the difference or are indifferent.
 
Advertisement
I'm going to go waaaaaaay out on a limb here...

I'm pretty sure @USNAVYCANE feels the solemn moments of Memorial Day deep into his bones.

Call me crazy.
All my family was military except me. My grandfather refused to talk about his time in the Vietnam War; he took it to his death bed.

A man who retired 30 year bomb squad and joked about different bombing throughout Miami Dade. Taught Homeland Security after 9/11 even though he was retired.

Could never come to grips with discussing NAM and the friends/soldiers he lost.
 
All my family was military except me. My grandfather refused to talk about his time in the Vietnam War; he took it to his death bed.

A man who retired 30 year bomb squad and joked about different bombing throughout Miami Dade. Taught Homeland Security after 9/11 even though he was retired.

Could never come to grips with discussing NAM and the friends/soldiers he lost.
We all think different things when we brush our teeth in the morning.

Best way I can describe it.

IYKYK.

And let me assure you, for those that don't, be happy you don't.
 
I'm a day late, but this was my father's best friend from basic all the way to a foxhole in France. My father was in the area when a soldier shot himself in the foot and my father got called to HQ to give testimony. While he was gone they suffered a mortar barrage and one landed right in the foxhole killing Jojo.


1716925361857.png
 
Back
Top