A Soldier’s Fearful Battle to Survive

++++I am very excited to announce we have a new guest blogger. Michael Thorin is joining us each month on the third Sunday of each month. He has some inspiring thoughts and ideas to share. His first post is about PTSD, and how he found his way out of the fog of this world. 


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Doug Bolton, the founder of Signs of Hope, is writing a new book, “Signs of Hope for the Military: In and Out of the Trenches of Life.” It reaches out the military and veterans who may be battling anxiety, fear, depression, addictions, rejections, PTSD, and many other usual suspects. There are 22 military connected suicides every day. That is almost one every hour. We need to help stop those statistics. Be looking for more updates about the new book.



“Where Were You? Where Are You? Where Are You Going?”

This will be written from my perspective on how I chose to cope with PTSD, and how my decisions brought me from a wrecked marriage, anger and depression to a life full of love, joy, and comfort.

Where Was I?

First off, I served 3 months in Afghanistan as a medic for OEF, and then a year and a half in Iraq as a scout. I was assigned to a gun truck platoon performing convoy security and route recon operations on the most dangerous roads in Iraq.

This time was spent dodging bullets, getting hit by IED’s, and essentially being targeted over 90% of the time. I saw things and did things that had no effect on me at the time. I was simply numb to what was going on around me. I had become callous as my family was back home growing more and more emotional, while I lost my emotions to a darkness to the fog of war, and its’ effect on my body, mind and soul.

Where Am I?

Yesterday I was preparing a devotional, and I was hit with a wave of emotions. The devotional is simply related to the effects of PTSD, and how the VA approaches its treatment of PTSD. My wife had forced me to receive treatment in 2014, or she was taking the kids and leaving me.

Something snapped. Since I had gotten home at the end of 2006, I was miserable. Worse, I made my wife and daughters lives painful and miserable as well. I received treatment and still could not get rid of the nightmares, insomnia, anxiety, lack of trust, and my inability to feel any semblance of emotion. I was essentially a zombie with an attitude and a short fuse.

I was broken.

During my time of PTSD counselling, I found one thing very interesting; the counselors could provide self-help techniques for me, but they could not offer me what I needed: redemption and forgiveness.

What I found interesting was that all of the techniques could bring you back from the bad, but could never help you resolve the bad. While I was receiving tips, I was not receiving forgiveness, and this is what I believe to be the root of the problem.

One of my biggest problems was my inability to feel emotions for what I had been through. I thought I should feel guilty, but I didn’t. I thought I should be upset, but I wasn’t.

What kind of a person was I? Where are my emotions and why does nothing in my family concern me?

I was no longer worthy of my family’s love, and I was determined to drive everything I loved away from me, because no one could understand what I was going through. I began having fits of rage and anger.

I needed forgiveness, pure and simple. I needed to know I was still worth something, and that I wasn’t too far gone to become human again. The only way I could feel forgiven was to seek forgiveness from a higher power. The second person I needed forgiveness from was myself, and then my family. I needed to right my wrongs there and then, or I would not be able to go on with my future in peace.

My choice was relying on my Christian faith and realizing that I was worth so much that Christ had hung on the cross, beaten and torn, for me. I was worth forgiveness, and I believe I cried for an hour when that finally hit me.

Where Am I Going?

While I was fumbling through some pictures to prepare the devotional on PTSD I spoke about earlier, I found one that made me stop and thank God for the miracles he worked, and how blessed I was to have not taken the “easy” way out and gave myself a chance at life, a chance to be as close to normal as possible, and that was the answer.

I was no longer beyond saving. I was no longer worthless. I was no longer the guy that could not rectify what he had seen and done with what he was “supposed” to be. I was finally human again, and not an emotionless robot.

This picture made me realize the importance of forgiveness and redemption; they are invaluable tools in the fight against PTSD and veteran suicides.

I hung in and persevered through my faith, and continue to grow and see miracles and blessings in my life, and the lives of those I care about and love. Had I given up, I would have never experienced the miracles of seeing my daughters grow, and then give us two beautiful grandchildren.

My miracle is that I am still here to enjoy my family, and had I given up in the dark days, I would have never been around to see the brilliance of these good days. As I sit here writing this blog I can’t help but shudder at the thought of my never getting a chance to see these two miracles.

Asking for forgiveness is not that hard, accepting that we have received forgiveness is another matter. I found that my comfort in Christ was the only reason I can write this blog. It is simply a miracle. Reach out and find forgiveness, and you should also forgive yourself. It makes life work, or at least it has not failed me yet.

Where do you want to go with your future, and who will you rely on to get there?

“For I know the plans I have for you”, declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

Jeremiah 29:11

“Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.”

Theodore Roosevelt


Michael Thorin

Fultonale, Alabama





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Time to Remember Family and Veterans

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Doug Bolton, the founder of Signs of Hope, is writing  a new book, “Signs of Hope for the Military: In and Out of the Trenches of Life.” It reaches out the military and veterans who may be battling anxiety, fear, depression, addictions, rejections, PTSD, and many other usual suspects. There are 22 military connected suicides every day. That is almost one every hour. We need to help stop those statistics. Be looking for more updates about the new book. 


+ Update! The book has been sent to my editor recently. Now I wait and see how many red marks she will have in it. 🙂

There will be some incredible interviews with veterans in this book. Up to twenty different veterans agreed to let me ask them some very personal questions. Some answers will have you in tears.  Some are actually humorous. 


This weekend is Memorial Day weekend. It is a time to remember those who have gone before us and protected our country, or to remember loved ones who have passed.

There are far too many stories to share on our fallen heroes. I will share about them but first, I will share about losing our family loved ones who have passed first.

My brother and I went out to the cemetery where our mother is buried. We go out every Memorial Day to stand silently by her grave, and bring back thoughts of good times.

Our mother was a hero to us. She was a single mom, back in the forties. That wasn’t very common back then. Other relatives shunned her. She did everything she could to provide for my brother and I. When she was off she would do a second job like being a waitress. On the weekends she went to the farms to hand weed the crops.  She never had a day off in her life up until she retired.

She made sure we didn’t feel poor. I still to this day can’t figure out how she bought us a house to live in, provide food to eat, and still keep us happy. Her treat each Saturday was to give us a dime so we could walk to the Hollywood movie theater and see those serial shorts and a movie. (I was in awe when the hero in the serials looked like he was dead in the clip we saw one week, only to have him make it somehow the next.)

My mother was Wonder Woman. She never brought attention herself. She always put us first in her life. I miss her dearly, but I know God has a special place for her in His mansion.

The war combat heroes are many. My book I am writing called, “Signs of Hope for the Military: In and out of the Trenches of Life,” is full of heroes. I have written about many who talked to me on the phone and shared their story.

I have shared my experiences while deployed to Korea. I speak out against soldiers giving in to PTSD. I cry for those who are maimed and in wheelchairs. I share thoughts on how to survive in this not so friendly world.

One of the heroes I talked to I met accidently. I decided to stop a t Carl’s (Hardy’s) fast food. I got my meal and was walking towards my seat. I walked by a man that was obviously a Vietnam veteran and a Marine since he wore a hat that said so. I thanked him for his service, and eat my meal.

I watched him. He was in pain. He had a cane. He was bent over. He was younger than I was. He got up to throw his trash away, and I saw legs that couldn’t hold him up too well. He had a heavy limp. As he walked by me, I asked him if he would like to sit and talk with me for a few minutes. He had that look like no way man, but when I told him I was a veteran as well, he sat down.

I started asking him questions knowing I had to walk a thin line so I didn’t intrude into area he didn’t want to talk about.

Her is how the conversation went.

Me: Where and when did you serve?

Marine: I was on a helicopter ship off the coast of Vietnam.

Me: What did the helicopters do?

Marine: They sent supplies to troops; Carried troops from one battle station to another; sent food to the villages for the food who were starving.

Me: What was the worst moment you had while stationed there?

Marine: My very best friend was a helicopter flyer, and one mission his helicopter had a problem;  went off the end of the ship down into the water. He and another Marine were trapped in the helicopter and it went to the bottom of the ocean. The water was to deep to try to recover their bodies.

Me: So Sorry my friend. Were there any other bad moments for you?

Marine: When  we came home on the planes the people lined the terminal and called us names, and had signs that called us murders and other things.

I have more from this hero, but you will have to buy the book to read the rest of his story, (This is called a hook!) and many other from WWII, Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, and Afghanistan

I want to thank all over our veterans and current military, for their dedication and service to their country. God bless each and everyone of you.

For those who have lost a loved one, like family, I feel your pain. I have been there. God is our strength, and our fortress. He will see us through the storms we face.


You are never alone.

You are never forsaken.

You are never unloved.

And above all…never, ever, give up!

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Wars, And Rumors of Wars Are Around Us

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Doug Bolton, the founder of Signs of Hope, has written a new book, “Signs of Hope for the Military: In and Out of the Trenches of Life.” It will be reaching out the many military and veterans who may be battling anxiety, fear, depression, addictions, rejections, and the many other usual suspects. There are 22 military connected suicides ever day. That is almost one every hour. Doug wants to help stop those statistics. Doug sent off his mini proposal to an agent who is very interested in his concept. We will update you when we hear more.
This Sunday we have Dennis Booth from Australia back with us. He has a post that may be hard to read, but with wars, and rumor of wars all around us, maybe this post will help wake us up. Thank you Dennis for your straight forward words of wisdom.

I have in recent ties been watching a television series called The War.

Created by a man called Ken Burns it is a look at how four towns/cities in the U.S suffered during WW2.

It could be said that other towns/cities suffered just as much but just taking four out of all of the probably brings a sense of what these four went through.

It is available on You Tube in Episode for but I got to see the whole thing on Netflix and now I know just how shocking war is….how soldiers, pilots and those in the air also, the navy were sent back with what they called in WW1, shell shock.

When we in Australia had war personnel return looking lost, dazed, unable to cope in ways they coped with before they went, they were called slackers, cowards and a new name or description of their plight was coined…war fatigue.

And it continued into the Vietnam War.

Now it is happening again in places like Afghanistan and the new term for those suffering hell on earth when they get home is Post traumatic stress.

To appreciate what these people went through you really do have to watch The War and it won’t be easy believe me.

The show pulls no punches in showing battle results graphically…carnage on a great style, the gory sights of bodies twisted to all angles.

It shows the continual shelling from heavy guns against soldiers trying to take whatever cover they can and the fear, the very real fear in their eyes and demeanour.

Burns doesn’t hide anything.

Pilots going out on mission after mission knowing every time increases their chance of never coming back.

The story of the sailors who had to jump into the ocean after their ship had been torpedoed only to watch sharks take many of them.

And of course it covers the arrival in the Holocaust camps of the British, Americans and Russians…soldiers who had killed their enemy but were absolutely appalled by what man could do to fellow man.

Why do I tell you all of this…because so often it reduced me to tears…that war is so terrible to contemplate what it does to people and that perhaps by watching shows like The War we will become an advocate for restraint.

Restraint because we may have to go to war again, hopefully not, but let the barbaric acts that have occurred cease, let restraint be a better measure.

Finally so many, many were killed on all sides…sudden death, that it is now my firm believe that Jesus was watching everyone who passed away and that there is indeed a heaven for no God, not atheist would let killing of that nature go without weeping and doing something about it.


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The 4th of July Means Freedom

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Today is the 4th of July. This is the day that people in the United States celebrate their freedom to have their own country, government, and laws.

Through the efforts of all the veterans, and current military, we are still free, and we still have our own government and laws. If we didn’t have the military to protect us, we could be under the control of another country with their laws, and government.

So as you go out tonight to shot off your fireworks be thankful. Don’t just see the fireworks as a fun thing to watch. Thing of what they mean. They mean that because of the fireworks in 1776, we have become a nation.

As a side note… Be aware of any military in your neighborhood. Think about what they may be going through as you shoot off the fireworks. They have seen and heard some pretty horrific things during their service to their country and the noise of the fireworks could disturb them a great deal.

What the 4th of July means to me…. It means freedom. It means we have freedom of speech. It means we can go to church and not be persecuted for doing it. It means we can walk our streets and not be fearful of bullets, and knifes being used on us, like in Iraq, and Afghanistan.

Yes.. we do not have a perfect nation. Yes… the laws are tearing at our hearts, and making us wonder sometimes where God is. Yes…. we are a divided nation. But we are a nation that would quickly become one if we were attacked by any enemy. We become one when there is a disaster in our communities. We become one when we reach out to others around us who are in need.

Be thankful. Be thinking of what we all can do to come back together and walk the same path together again. Just like our fore-fathers did in 1776.


You are never alone.

You are never forsaken.

You are never unloved.

And above all…never ever, give up!



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