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Our Goal: At Hey Trauma, we are expanding the conversation to “What happens after trauma enters your life?” for all survivors who experience violence and those also impacted — their partners, friends, and family. Not only is a broader conversation needed, but a broader understanding surrounding the mental and physical AFTERMATH of violence in general…without shaming, blaming, invalidating, or placing the survivor on trial. We at Hey Trauma, want to destigmatize life post personal violence, increase trauma awareness, and give voice to what is often silenced, dismissed, and shamed.
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Hey Trauma, The Day We Met
A lot of people say it should've been me or I would trade my life for yours. That day I would've gladly given mine for yours, you called me big brother. You are a Man among Men and make me want to honour your life by living mine in a way that would make you have that cheeky smile.
I don't know if you came over to my sector of fire to talk or thats where your squad leader set you in. I was happy to get back to the COP and take off my kit, then we got told to put it right back on we were going back out as QRF.
Lt. was right by me and I could hear his radio, I could see the MEDIVAC bird and its escort hovering over mountain, then I heard something that brings tears to my eyes now your ZAP info. and that you were now an Angel.
I didn't even clear the danger area Lt. and I just started to run, pretty soon it was just me and him in the saddle, I set up far side security and waited for the rest of the Plt. to cross the danger area.
When we got back to the COP and I was counting the guys back in, I noticed one of the Soldiers was covered in blood.
I started to do a blood sweep, yelling for Doc and asking what happened?
He just stared at me blankly and said no big brother; "This is Bob."
I looked at my hands, looked at him, grabbed him, and made him a shower and got him a clean uniform.
I knew he needed to wash you off of him, he needed to put on a clean uniform, to feel like a human being again.
Later the PSG and I almost got in a fist fight because I decided getting Ted cleaned up was more important than hearing the CO talk to us.
When I took off my kit and uniform a rock fell out, I remember pulling security in the saddle and wondering what was poking me but there was more pressing issues to deal with.
I wanted to mourn, I needed to cry, I wanted to fight but the Plt. was a shit show and someone had to remain "strong."
At your memorial service I held it together till 1SG read off your whole name and I lost it, as the combat camera girl snapped pictures of me crying for my Little Brother she tried to I guess give me strength by smiling and making a fist, this was the wrong time for her support and I just missed kicking her camera into her face.
Im closer with your Momma than my own I talk to her almost daily. I try to honour your memory by doing something of value on that day, I did something in Korea that had never been done before and even made the newspaper. I had a plaque made that your parents proudly display in your bedroom.
One day, I promise you, I will ride out and see you.
I will leave that rock on your head stone.
When I ride my bike and its a beautiful day or I look at my daughter I don't always say it aloud but I say it in my heart.
Thank You Little Brother