GY6 Blog

For many veterans, returning home does not mean the battle is over.

The uniforms are put away. The mission changes. Life moves forward on the outside...

I served in the early 80s— well before the Internet, digital data, and transferring messages over the cloud was a thing. If you wanted to send a messa...

I was in Beirut in 1983…

We were there in Lebanon on a peace-keeping mission, staying at a four-story bunker near the airport.

Because I had experie...

When I came back from Vietnam, I was the only living passenger on a C-130 cargo plane. I sat there, seat-belted in the back, with rows and rows of cof...

I supervise at a 9-1-1 call center. I recently had a co-worker who began yelling at someone while he was fielding their call.

I walked over towards h...

I was serving in the Middle East— as the commanding officer— and picked a bad place to conduct refueling ops. I didn’t recognize it as a bad location ...

It was a snow day in Alabama— the kind where they cancel school (and most jobs), the kind where people flood the grocery stores and buy all the milk &...

I was responsible for issuing the orders to “neutralize” a target (read: kill a person) while I was deployed in Afghanistan. It always bothered me tha...

One night a bunch of us— ten or so— went out drinking. I was in the Air Force. It was about 5 guys and about 5 of us gals.

We made our way back to a ...

I was a pilot in Vietnam, tasked to fly children out of South Vietnam. 

About ten minutes after takeoff, we heard an explosion as the rear fuselage o...

I was with a special ops team when the U.S. government betrayed us.

We were tasked with training the soldiers of a foreign government. As a result, t...

Looking back, I was a harsh leader. I should have carried myself differently and treated the people under my command with more dignity.

I had a woman...