Combat Vet needs a Service dog
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I "Go fund me" becuase its impoosible for me to be able to purchas a service dog. Finacially thats where i am. Why I am getting a service dog, simply put to help me with my ptsd and TBI all that apply to combat veterans on difficulties that they deal with on a daily, depression loss of empathy, peronoia anxiety, and overwhelming sense of alertness and seperation of reality when certian triggers are met. I truely belive a Service dog will help me improve my life and entergration into civilian life. I have a few freinds who have service dogs, thier lives have improved greatly.
heres a little about me a "slice of the fat"
I was born in Napa California. In my youth, I worked with my father in concrete. I enjoyed many activies. My hobbies were boxing at the local sheriffs league, running, long boarding and poetry. I grew up with a loving family . I was fortunate to have both parents. I am my fathers first born and my mothers second. My siblings look up to me for leadership and guidance. I am recognized as someone with a bih heart; always willing to help anyone in need. I am a pratical joker and enjoy making people laugh.
I decided to join the Marine Corps May 13, 2008. I wanted to serve and give back to this beautiful country that had welcomed my family so openly. I was stationed at Camp Pendleton, CA in the 62 area the home of the Fighting 5th Marines. my assigned Unit 3rd Battalion 5th Marines, Kilo Company Weapons Platoon. 1st Gun Squad. I trained under the iron hand and fearless leadership of my Combat Veteran squad leader Cpl Augilar and Section leader Sgt. Krotchmolly. Many nights I lay awake in fear and awe of these war men; who in later months I was privilaged to fight along side. The day finally came. May 8, 2010, on Mother Day, we said our fair wells. My work as a "boot" was nothing short of war itself on American soil.
Camp Inkramen, Sangin Valley Helmond province Afghanistan , a camp held by the Danish left to the British handed over to Marines. 3/5 relived our Brother Unit 3/7; What was left of them where holo empty men, cold blooded Killers. Men who have seen and lost all what they had considered to be themselves before the Corps, Corpses they had become. I learned a lot from the only two surviving machine gunners in the entire Section, 22 marines to be exact! My first deployment was unusual and new. Filled with extreme fear and excitement one who can could only experience at war. I was never the same boy on the yellow foot prints ever again. 25 KIA 175 wounded in action, not including all the survivors who walked away with wounds unseen.
Camp Pendleton CA 2011, 62 area parade deck, a joyful ceremony awaited us. The special event was for us to see our families. We were placed on 2 month watch and not allowed to leave base to some extent. It was to contain the traumatic events that fell to us. It did nothing, nothing! No treatment was given, there was no time. Only time for training. My second deployment was on the 15th MUI. To sum it up; it was a journey around the seven seas.
EAS 2013 July 8th, I returned home to my fathers concrete business and to the life style I had left four years ago. No longer was I able to fit in the same foot prints. Life became difficult again, unfocused unmotivated and carless. I didn't know how to carry myself each day. When night fell I experienced vividly the actions of combat. Sleeping became the enemy, I
fought many nights awake fearful of sleep and what was waiting for me outside the doors. I felt separated from this and alone with out the sense of security
Anxiety set in and paranoia grew. Suppressing my PTSD with alcohol, sex and other substances. I was trying to find a way to coup and was failing.
Present day America, I have made many great steps in my recovery
from my past experience in combat primarily sharing my experience and releasing it from me, my nightmares come and go from time to time but are still an issue one that I'm optomistice about in the future that will be much more manageable. though this release of past experiences is not enough, I still am distant with my loved ones and at times I feel nothing complete nothing as though my emotions have fallen to the abyss unknown to when they will resurface.
I greatly appriciate the support knowing there are people out there who would see a combat veteran get the support that he needs, this means so much to my self and my family. thank you so very much, I am forever greatful.
heres a little about me a "slice of the fat"
I was born in Napa California. In my youth, I worked with my father in concrete. I enjoyed many activies. My hobbies were boxing at the local sheriffs league, running, long boarding and poetry. I grew up with a loving family . I was fortunate to have both parents. I am my fathers first born and my mothers second. My siblings look up to me for leadership and guidance. I am recognized as someone with a bih heart; always willing to help anyone in need. I am a pratical joker and enjoy making people laugh.
I decided to join the Marine Corps May 13, 2008. I wanted to serve and give back to this beautiful country that had welcomed my family so openly. I was stationed at Camp Pendleton, CA in the 62 area the home of the Fighting 5th Marines. my assigned Unit 3rd Battalion 5th Marines, Kilo Company Weapons Platoon. 1st Gun Squad. I trained under the iron hand and fearless leadership of my Combat Veteran squad leader Cpl Augilar and Section leader Sgt. Krotchmolly. Many nights I lay awake in fear and awe of these war men; who in later months I was privilaged to fight along side. The day finally came. May 8, 2010, on Mother Day, we said our fair wells. My work as a "boot" was nothing short of war itself on American soil.
Camp Inkramen, Sangin Valley Helmond province Afghanistan , a camp held by the Danish left to the British handed over to Marines. 3/5 relived our Brother Unit 3/7; What was left of them where holo empty men, cold blooded Killers. Men who have seen and lost all what they had considered to be themselves before the Corps, Corpses they had become. I learned a lot from the only two surviving machine gunners in the entire Section, 22 marines to be exact! My first deployment was unusual and new. Filled with extreme fear and excitement one who can could only experience at war. I was never the same boy on the yellow foot prints ever again. 25 KIA 175 wounded in action, not including all the survivors who walked away with wounds unseen.
Camp Pendleton CA 2011, 62 area parade deck, a joyful ceremony awaited us. The special event was for us to see our families. We were placed on 2 month watch and not allowed to leave base to some extent. It was to contain the traumatic events that fell to us. It did nothing, nothing! No treatment was given, there was no time. Only time for training. My second deployment was on the 15th MUI. To sum it up; it was a journey around the seven seas.
EAS 2013 July 8th, I returned home to my fathers concrete business and to the life style I had left four years ago. No longer was I able to fit in the same foot prints. Life became difficult again, unfocused unmotivated and carless. I didn't know how to carry myself each day. When night fell I experienced vividly the actions of combat. Sleeping became the enemy, I
fought many nights awake fearful of sleep and what was waiting for me outside the doors. I felt separated from this and alone with out the sense of security
Anxiety set in and paranoia grew. Suppressing my PTSD with alcohol, sex and other substances. I was trying to find a way to coup and was failing.
Present day America, I have made many great steps in my recovery
from my past experience in combat primarily sharing my experience and releasing it from me, my nightmares come and go from time to time but are still an issue one that I'm optomistice about in the future that will be much more manageable. though this release of past experiences is not enough, I still am distant with my loved ones and at times I feel nothing complete nothing as though my emotions have fallen to the abyss unknown to when they will resurface.
I greatly appriciate the support knowing there are people out there who would see a combat veteran get the support that he needs, this means so much to my self and my family. thank you so very much, I am forever greatful.
Organizer
Albert Espinoza
Organizer
Napa, CA