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Quick intro....deployed twice to Iraq, '04 and '06-07. First deployment wasn't bad, IDF daily but it was manageable at the time. Second trip was another story. I had separated from AD and taken a job as a civilian cop. When it came time for my guard unit to deploy they decided I should take the convoy team since I was a cop and had been to the AOR before. So they gave me a bunch of kids with no combat experience, some reclaimed bullshit gun trucks and weapons and told us to move equipment from Baghdad to Mosul and every shit hole FOB between. So in the middle of the "surge" we were on the road 5 out of 7 days a week. We did our best and I know I made some mistakes that cost my guys a price that I would pay for them every day if I could. I was too young to lead that group of kids but they had heart and were fearless. They never questioned an order and would drive into the middle of Sadr city without a second thought. Ten months on the road and shit is unavoidable. I asked them to do more than anyone should have but we were doing what we were ordered even though our POS officers were too scared to get in a truck and see what my guys were going through. IED after IED we kept driving. Every time one of my guys went down I was told to make due with what we had. This was not a combat unit but a bunch of AF civil engineers who dared to call themselves REDHORSE. We were left to fend for ourselves by the leadership but were expected to go out anytime some jerk off wanted something moved. Anyway, I feel like I could write a book about it.
It's tough when you don't have anyone to talk to that has a f'in clue as to what you are going through. I'm back on AD now and in a HQ full of people that have never deployed and could care less about what happened over there as long as they didn't have to go or if they did go they didn't have to leave the pool at Balad or go near the wire, let alone venture outside of it. I've put on a game face the whole time I've been there all the while trying to get help. Military One Source was a joke but I finally found a doc that would listen and referred me to the psychs. I've been on every anxiety and depression meds imaginable since then but my leadership has no clue and could care less. I'll retire in less than a year and I can't imagine it getting any better after that. I'm tired of smiling and faking it because nobody would understand or care. I've been on convalescent leave for the last month after a back surgery and have been in my head the whole time. I'm afraid to go back to work because I know I can't keep up the charade but don't want to take it out on my current troops. They haven't done anything wrong, they just don't understand. The leadership on the other hand is a different story, they should know and should care but they don't and I don't know how to deal with that except through anger or just shutting down. I don't want to risk really messing up during my last few months and threaten my retirement but it's so hard to stay quiet and calm. Every time one of those sorry ass oak leafs or eagles open their mouths I just want to stick them in the throat so they know what it's like to bleed or see someone bleed. My wife suffers through it, my kids suffer through it so why shouldn't they.
I go back to the psych on Monday and I'm tired of lying to her about how I really feel but am afraid of the consequences of telling her the whole truth. I trust them just enough to fill my meds so I can sleep sometimes and be semi-pleasant to my family.
Sorry for the rant if you took the time to read this whole thing. It's good to be able to get some of it out though.
It's tough when you don't have anyone to talk to that has a f'in clue as to what you are going through. I'm back on AD now and in a HQ full of people that have never deployed and could care less about what happened over there as long as they didn't have to go or if they did go they didn't have to leave the pool at Balad or go near the wire, let alone venture outside of it. I've put on a game face the whole time I've been there all the while trying to get help. Military One Source was a joke but I finally found a doc that would listen and referred me to the psychs. I've been on every anxiety and depression meds imaginable since then but my leadership has no clue and could care less. I'll retire in less than a year and I can't imagine it getting any better after that. I'm tired of smiling and faking it because nobody would understand or care. I've been on convalescent leave for the last month after a back surgery and have been in my head the whole time. I'm afraid to go back to work because I know I can't keep up the charade but don't want to take it out on my current troops. They haven't done anything wrong, they just don't understand. The leadership on the other hand is a different story, they should know and should care but they don't and I don't know how to deal with that except through anger or just shutting down. I don't want to risk really messing up during my last few months and threaten my retirement but it's so hard to stay quiet and calm. Every time one of those sorry ass oak leafs or eagles open their mouths I just want to stick them in the throat so they know what it's like to bleed or see someone bleed. My wife suffers through it, my kids suffer through it so why shouldn't they.
I go back to the psych on Monday and I'm tired of lying to her about how I really feel but am afraid of the consequences of telling her the whole truth. I trust them just enough to fill my meds so I can sleep sometimes and be semi-pleasant to my family.
Sorry for the rant if you took the time to read this whole thing. It's good to be able to get some of it out though.