By: John Schrey, Help For Our Heroes Alumnus, Veteran Liaison/Group Facilitator I sat on the cigarette burned, dirty ass mattress of the abandoned house we had made a home for the last few days and watched as the life slowly left the dude next to [...]
By: John Schrey, Help For Our Heroes Alumnus As we turned the corner, we heard a large explosion directly in front of us. We could see smoke coming from the building where a team had just entered and immediately heard the call for a stretcher [...]
By: John Schrey, Help For Our Heroes Alumnus As I was about to sit down and write today, I was told that my recovery family out in Texas lost another young man to the insidious disease of addiction. About an hour earlier, I had finalized [...]
By: John Schrey, Help For Our Heroes Alumnus One of my biggest struggles in sobriety has been learning to deal with emotions. Even as I learned how important emotions are to my mental health, I continued to have a hard time dealing with the death [...]
By: John Schrey, Help For Our Heroes Alumnus, Transformations BHT I stood in the battalion parking lot with my arm firmly around my wife’s little body watching the rest of the platoon come down the stairs from the bus and into the arms of their [...]
By: John Schrey, Help For Our Heroes Alumnus, Transformations BHT So let’s talk about emotions. Why is it so hard for us as men to admit fear, to admit sadness, or how about this one, to admit we’ve been hurt? When I say hurt, I [...]
By: John Schrey, Help For Our Heroes Alumnus, Transformations BHT For a long time, I used to get really annoyed and frustrated when I would hear civilians using terms like Bunker Mentality, Fox Hole Prayers, and War Stories. I used to say to myself and [...]
By: John Schrey, Help For Our Heroes Alumnus, Transformations BHT For years I struggled with the last Monday of every May, Memorial Day. The day our nation has set aside to celebrate our fallen warriors. Those who gave their lives to protect our great country. [...]
By: John Schrey, Help For Our Heroes Alumnus, Transformations BHT We sat crouched down behind the three-foot-high mud wall about 150 yards from our objective. Every few seconds we would hear an enemy round snap overhead. I looked at Sgt. Richbourg and said, “Yo, we [...]
