The Wounds of War Are Silent and Ominous...
For many years, Greg Hardin's cries for help have been silenced by injustice. He is a wounded vet, having served on the front lines of the Cold War as a nuclear missile systems analyst. As he worked on the machinery of the apocalypse, death was his moment-by-moment reality. With the Doomsday clock ticking at four and three minutes to midnight, he was never certain whether the call to launch was merely a drill or the end of the world as we knew it. In the aftermath of that trauma, as he fell prey to the ravages of PTSD, apathetic legal and health care systems, his once promising future abruptly faded before his eyes.
Though he does not have physical battle scars, his wounds are indelible. No longer can he function in his daily life with the same agility and joy that he once had. He often feels isolated, on the margins of society, and his goal of having a family was thwarted by PTSD. In his suffering, he reached out for help - in vain. Now, in his personal narrative, he speaks for those who cannot, and asks others to do the same. No longer must vets be a forgotten population.
In writing his story, Greg wants those in similar circumstances to break free from the iron walls of silence and speak their truth, in unison, without fear. "In numbers there is strength to change our future. Yes, I am an island but, now that I have found my voice, I realize that when islands unite, continents are formed."
...Often Stripping Their Victims of Self-Expression