'Why I believe in Team Rubicon, and why it is so important to me.'

I don't know how to start this post.

First, I want you to read something. I swiped this without permission but I think it will be ok, once I explain. But first, read:

Wounded, But Still in the Fight
by Clay Hunt

On March 14, 2007, laying in the prone outside of Fallujah with a SAW pulled into my shoulder, a sniper round took my left wrist out from underneath my chin and my life was changed forever. No, wait, let me back up. On March 11, 2007, pinned in the driver’s seat of my truck with RPK rounds pinging off the bulletproof glass next to my left ear, and no way to get to my A-gunner who lay dying in the street 20 yards in front of me, my life was changed forever. Wait. Let me back up one more time. At dusk on February 18, 2007, monitoring our radio on top of an AMTRAC 15 clicks from my best friend’s squad, I heard that my bunkmate had been killed, and my life was changed forever. That was the moment I realized that we weren’t invincible. That’s when it all started, I guess.

Nothing has been remotely the same for me since that day in February when Blake was killed. I went back to my hooch when my squad got back from our mission the following day, and all of his things had already been put in a metal box and sent away, back to his mom I guess. He had gotten the bottom bunk that didn’t have a fluorescent bulb next to it, so I moved all of my stuff down and slept in his bunk for the next 3 and a half weeks until I got shot. I think I just wanted to be closer to him, I guess. But I couldn’t- he was gone. Then there was Nathan.

Nathan and Blake were like brothers- we called them the twins, actually. They never left each other’s side, except on squad patrols, because they were in different squads. They even looked alike. It’s weird to think about now, really- I still see their faces when I see a skinny young Jarhead with no hair these days. Sometimes I have to actually do a double-take just to make sure it’s not one of them. But back to the story.

Dawn broke on us March 11th, with the birds starting to chirp, then the music from the mosque nearby came on for a call to prayer or for Jihad- I couldn’t tell which- and then the sun finally started to break the horizon. My team was on the roof of a building our platoon had been running patrols out of for the last 3 days, providing security. It was me, my TL Mike, Layton, and Nathan. I’m the only one left, but that’s an entirely different story, because we lost Mike and Layton the following year in Afghanistan. We were up there while everyone was preparing to move out, back to our FOB a few clicks away, and it was a beautiful morning. I still have a couple photographs to prove it. About 1100 or so, the platoon was finally ready to move, so we all loaded up.

I was always in a different truck from the rest of my team, I can’t really give you a good reason why, other than I had a Humvee “license” and they didn’t. Whatever. We started to move, with my truck and one other lagging behind for security as the platoon took a sharp right down Reds, back towards Mobil. I got told over the radio to stay put and cover the canal crossing because there were some shady looking dudes that the first 3 trucks had spotted hanging outside the barbershop on the corner, and they wanted to go question them- it was a known insurgent hangout. So I’m staring out across this canal, wondering what the hell is going on because I can’t see the other 3 trucks, and the beautiful stillness of that morning was shattered as all hell broke loose.

A few seconds later I got the call to push up, and floored it around the corner, straight into a full on ambush. Nathan was laying in the street: he had taken one through the throat from a sniper, which was the kickoff to this crazy game. We were taking fire from 3 set in RPK positions, but the fury we unleashed from our turrets was vicious- the enemy called it quits after about 20 minutes, and we were able to get Nathan on a bird, but he left us as he was in the air on the way to the OR. I’ll never forget seeing Jake and 3 others carry him onto that bird on a stretcher- It’s a scene that plays on repeat in my head nearly every day, and most nights as well.

The next patrol our platoon went on was 3 days later, immediately after Nathan’s memorial at the FOB. As my team sat in a security perimeter around a building the rest of my squad was searching, I laid in the prone, resting my chin on my left wrist, which was holding my SAW into my right shoulder. My mind wandered: Jake had spoken at the memorial, and I wondered what he would say about me if I was gone. Immediately I realized I couldn’t think that way, not right then, so I picked my head up a little, refocused on the road I was covering- and then my wrist disappeared out from underneath my chin. I was on my way to the hospital within 20 minutes, and was back in California on leave a week later.

I went back to combat in Afghanistan as an 0317 Scout/Sniper a year later, but that’s not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about how I’ve dealt with the PTSD that plagues me after those few months I spent in Iraq in ’07. I want to tell other vets who are struggling with the same feelings and experiences as me just how I deal with it, so that they know they’re not alone.

My physical wounds are unnoticeable, and I quickly learned how to deal with the pain that is constantly in my wrist, just by changing the way I use my hand- push with a closed fist, and try not to do anything that makes my hand bend backward. The mental wounds are far more apparent, and have proven much more difficult to deal with, but I have figured out how to make them hurt less- and not with drugs or alcohol like so many vets I know do- like I used to for a time.

I work out A LOT. I spend hours at a time on my bikes, whether its mountain biking or road cycling, and have been practicing Yoga for the past 9 months. Exercise like that where I am working hard but steady, for long periods of time, releases certain chemicals in my brain that do more to relieve anxiety and stress than any pill the VA ever gave me. I could try and explain it better, but I’m not a neurologist, so I don’t really have the vocabulary. But just working out a lot isn’t enough- I had to find something else, something that gave me a renewed sense of purpose and helped me to stop questioning why Nathan died and I didn’t. I found it in Team Rubicon, the organization that I am a part of that my friend Jake started by calling on me and 8 others to respond to the earthquake in Haiti, to provide aid to those who so desperately needed it.

I made my way down to Port Au Prince about 36 hours after the others had arrived, because I had been at my stepbrother’s wedding and couldn’t leave my family. As soon as I got home, I booked a flight to Santo Domingo, D.R. and that was as far as my planning went. How I found the Team amidst all the chaos is a story in itself, but I'll never forget the relief I felt when I found the Team and they needed another set of hands.

I found more there in Port Au Prince than I knew I had been missing. I cannot tell you how good it feels to be able to go into a rubble strewn city in a third world country, and to be able to do good without having to worry whether or not everybody around is about to start shooting at you. I found a renewed sense of purpose within myself that has been missing since I separated from the USMC- another way that I can serve, and for a cause that I truly believe in: helping to bring medical aid and assistance to people that are suffering, and who have no access to medical care. I found myself in the company of a band of brothers once again, which has been absolutely priceless to me. With their help, I was able to treat and to help provide reassurance to the many patients I saw- whether it was just dressing changes, casting fractured bones, wound cleaning and care, or setting a young man's broken arm so that It will heal correctly. I was constantly challenged, and was consistently able to overcome those challenges due to the help of the men and women who I found myself working alongside.

I think the one thing that will always remain with me from our missions to Haiti, and then to Chile when that earthquake happened, is the gratitude that I've seen in the eyes of our patients. Every single one of them simply could not believe that these young Americans had come to help treat them, and that we didn’t want anything in return. The smiles I saw on hundreds of children’s faces, and the thanks given to us by grandparents, brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers means more to me than any amount of money someone could ever throw my way. The fact is, the world truly needs people like us- people who have a desire to serve, the willingness to put one’s self in harms way, and who are content with being paid very little or not at all. I’m not talking about myself or Jake right now- I’m talking about nearly every member of the US military that I have ever met.

If I had one thing to say to my fellow veterans, it would be this: Continue to serve, even though we have taken off our uniforms. No matter how great or small your service is, it is desired and needed by the world we live in today. Volunteer to mow your elderly neighbor’s lawn for them. Spend a day at a soup kitchen helping feed the homeless, many of whom are veterans themselves. Work on a trail maintenance project. Start a service organization. It doesn’t matter what it is, it only matters that you are continuing to put others before yourself, just like you did when you were in the military. Actions like that are the only sure ways to bring about the positive social change that our country and our world need so badly these days, and that is exactly what we do at Team Rubicon. While most watch the suffering of the world on their TV, we ACT, rapidly and with great purpose. Not counting the cost, and without hope for reward- we simply refuse to watch our world suffer, when we have the skills and the means to alleviate some of that suffering, for as many people as we can reach. That is the essence and spirit of Team Rubicon, and that is why I am both humbled and proud to be able to call myself a part of it.


-Clay Hunt

Now let me explain why I don't think it's a problem that I swiped this. Clay Hunt killed himself last week. As his friend, and Team Rubicon co-founder, Jake Wood, stated, "God must be in one hell of a fight because he keeps taking the best Marines".

I cannot wrap my brain around this. Clay was incredible. The little I know of him absolutely blows my mind. And he was surrounded by what appears to be an amazing support system. He was well-aware of his struggles, he was working to cope with them, and he had found something that was really working to fill that overwhelming void he faced.

And yet, here we are. Mourning the loss of someone who had SO MUCH to give. It's almost as if he died within view of the finish line. He was SO CLOSE. So close. And now he's gone. I go back and forth between being overwhelmed with sadness and being angry, which I am sure is a "normal" reaction. I think the anger comes from being able to see that he had so much to give and he took that. He took that from a world that so desperately needs it. And I think it also comes from the worry that others who face similar demons will see what Clay did and wonder...if HE couldn't slay those demons, can I?

I don't know what the answers are. I don't know if there ARE answers. That's the scariest part of all of this. What if we do everything right - EVERYTHING - and it's still not enough? Then what? How do we keep from losing more people like Clay? I don't know.

Until we find the answer, there IS something you can do. You can support Team Rubicon Transition
Team Rubicon Transition (TRT) provides at-risk United States military veterans an opportunity to transition into civilian life through continued service in large-scale humanitarian projects. We build on our veterans’ instinctive leadership skills and provide them with on-the-job training in recognized civilian trades. TRT creates a sustainable impact by partnering with local nationals and social entrepreneurs in support of their needs. By working together our veterans’ can maintain their Esprit de Corps while serving to enhance local infrastructure, services, and economies across the globe.

I wish I had the answers. But all I have are questions.


"Freedom has a taste, and for those that have fought for it, the taste is so sweet the protected will never know." -General George S. Patton


- hfs


D2 said...

WOW, words don't really come after reading this.

Curtis said...

Hurt and hurting are just words to most people and the expression, "I just want to go home," means different things to different people.

CALTECHGIRL had an interesting and thought provoking post at her site not that long ago. It was a fascinating post. Heartfelt. I believe that she felt her friend had been selfish. From another point of view, her friend had given every single iota and decided it was just time to go home. Think back to your youth and remember how many days ended like that with friends dropping it all and announcing that they were going home. It seldom ended in tears. Mostly I think it was frustration and fatigue.

For myself, I don't think placing people in the path of planetary scale human pain, suffering and misery is the best way to keep them in the game. What they need is to honeymoon at Kona Village on the Big Isle or maybe go back a few years later for another week along with a toddler. That will keep one focused and the effects linger for years.

He was a good man. We'll all miss him.

Mayberry Mom said...

So heartbreaking. No other words come to mind.

Homefront Six said...

Curtis ~ I don't know that a vacation was the answer either. He was searching for something - something to sink his teeth into. Something to hold on to. Something to give hi the feeling that he had while still in the Corps. It looked like he had found it in TR.

But now he's gone. And we are lesser for it. Heaven's gain is our loss and the sadness that that realization brings with it is staggering.

And I'm sure he had an idea of what losing him would mean to those left behind. Yet even that wasn't enough to hold him to this earth. So IS there an answer? WHAT could we have done?

I don't know. All I know is that this loss HURTS. Just as it would hurt to lose you or any of my friends. And that hurt is compounded by the fact that I don't have any answers, nor does anyone else. Like Jake said, "God must be in one hell of a fight because he keeps taking the best Marines."

Curtis said...

I think for once you miss my point. I never suggested a vacation. A connection again to the world with one who loved him and who he loved.

..searching for one to love unreservedly. Very new wives do that and so do the darling little kids of marriage. They love without any measure or limit.

The questions you ask are of great interest to me. I never even thought about it until a couple of years ago. Now, every day it is the last dream of the morning. Holding on.

going home.

Curtis said...

I totally and completely take your point but I did not suggest a 'vacation'. I was trying to suggest something worthy that any man could sink his teeth into and hold on to with all his power. An effect that lingers.

A wife and child are powerful talismans that any man would cling to and deny death for. It's a rite and a baby but they mean a whole lot more than that. Find the one that you love, marry and stay with the one you love. It doesn't always work but if there are children, well, they love without reservation or hesitation.

Homefront Six said...

You're right - I think I missed your meaning. I re-read your last paragraph a little more closely and I get now what you were saying. And you're right - a wife and a child, especially a child - are powerful talismans. Risks I would have had no problem taking before I had children I now avoid because to leave them before they are grown is an idea I can't stomach.

But I've known friends - veterans - whose despair and demons overpowered even their love of their children. I just think that, sometimes, there isn't an answer or a solution. We can do everything right - EVERYTHING - and still face the pain of losing someone to that darkness.

To my logical and pragmatic mind, it makes no SENSE. None. But it happens. Sometimes 1>2 it seems.

Curtis said...

Everything right enough and as you say sometimes that isn't enough. We both visit the same blog where our friend grieves for his daughter. I went out to dinner with him, his wife, Fbl and my sister and brother in law last year. Great evening out in Del Mar.

Me, I just look at the abyss. No plans to climb in. Gaining an understanding though. If I decide to go home it will be back to Virginia. My little light of the world is only 7.

Not falling.

MMC said...

Wow, that was powerful. I don't think I can say much more than that I am so sorry ...


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