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I joined the CF in June of 1993, did my training and was posted to Chatham, New Brunswick, where I was stationed until the base was closed in 1995. However, I was injured on Basic Training 6 weeks in so I was unable to complete this part of the journey. I took a medical release for the time being to get better as this was what I always wanted to do..

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I joined the CF in June of 1993, did my training and was posted to Chatham, New Brunswick, where I was stationed until the base was closed in 1995. However, I was injured on Basic Training 6 weeks in so I was unable to complete this part of the journey. I took a medical release for the time being to get better as this was what I always wanted to do..

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Growing up in a junk yard and playing near toxic waste dump sites can give you perspective on how you may want to change your life one day. Early on as a kid I didn’t really grasp my surroundings, my family lived in an apartment in my grandparent’s home in my grandfather’s junk yard. If this term Junk Yard doesn’t resonate look up the American Sit Com called Sanford and Son. Our play area was mixed amongst the piles of metal and scrap adjoined by neighboring factory sites where they spilled their waste.

 

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After returning home from my second tour in Afghanistan, I couldn’t function like a normal member of society. I was on high alert at all times, uncomfortable around others, and spiraling in the depths of my own mind.I remember staring at my nightstand, and wishing there was a handgun inside to stop the pain. And then I’d get out of bed, get dressed and head out.

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After returning home from my second tour in Afghanistan, I couldn’t function like a normal member of society. I was on high alert at all times, uncomfortable around others, and spiraling in the depths of my own mind.I remember staring at my nightstand, and wishing there was a handgun inside to stop the pain. And then I’d get out of bed, get dressed and head out.

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After returning home from my second tour in Afghanistan, I couldn’t function like a normal member of society. I was on high alert at all times, uncomfortable around others, and spiraling in the depths of my own mind.I remember staring at my nightstand, and wishing there was a handgun inside to stop the pain. And then I’d get out of bed, get dressed and head out.

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