I Think Mine’s Defective…
By Jim Kuiken
Dogs are just weird. Mine is a (mostly) black lab (rescued from a high-kill shelter), and trained as a Service Dog by K9s For Warriors – so he’s a highly trained professional…when he’s at work.
But he’s still a freakazoid. Nuts. Crazy.
(I think they all have a little #4 in them…)
It’s not just Labs, they’re all demented. I belong to a private chat group of folks with dogs, and several of them know I’m older than most of them (heck, than most of the current population…), and I was also a K9 Officer, K9 Trainer, and K9 Trainer Instructor way back before a lot of them were born – so they ask me stuff about dogs (or just ask the group, and I chime in). “My dog does (this or that). Why the heck does he do that?”
After I let it sit for a while, I jump in and reply. “I can tell you exactly why he does that!” (whatever it is that they’ve done…), and then just wait.
Never fails – they always answer back “Why?”
“Because they’re a dog!” (always cracks me up)
Dogs do what dogs do. People always think they’re going behave like a little human, or at least follow our rules. DUH!!! They’re dogs! They follow our commands, we can train them to do stuff, they give us unconditional love…but they do things based on their own dogly purposes, instincts and ‘logic’.
Don’t get me wrong – they’re intensely loyal, and in most cases, just want to be with us.
They’re loving, comforting – and protective – of their human(s).
And most of us would do anything for them in return.
However…studies have shown that they actually learn behaviors – like giving us the puppy eyes, etc. – that help them get what they want.
They generally understand the rules, and look for ways to get or do what they want…sometimes pushing the boundaries of the rules without actually breaking them.
So we try to figure them out. We interpret some of what they do as human characteristics and behaviors, trying to get a better understanding of our “fur babies”.
But, unless you accept that they are not human, and embrace their “doggieness”, you will NEVER understand them – not that you will, fully, anyway.
They come in all shapes and sizes,
They aren’t bothered by the same things that might bother us, and are completely comfortable with themselves and conditions we might see as difficult,
They love to share our moments with us,
Love to play, and can amuse themselves with almost anything,
Or even just chase squirrels…
But no matter how long you have them, how much you love them (it’s a given that they love you with all their soul), or how much you understand them…sometimes you just have to say
What The Heck???
And like I’ve said before (even to the founder of K9s For Warriors when they paired me up with Freedom)
I think mine’s defective…
Pick Your Poison
By Jim Kuiken
Dude! What a downer!! This is so depressing!
Life can’t always be butterflies and pretty flowers. Sometimes we have to look at the ugly to see the truth, even if we don’t want to. It would be so much easier to wear blinders and just “be happy”.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think the sky is falling, and I don’t want you to walk around in a major depressive state – it’s just that if we don’t look at bad stuff, we can’t fix (or help with) it.
Here’s what my week looked like last week:
So, what am I talking about? Pretty much the same thing I talk about a lot, but this time, from the tough side. Who am I talking about when I say homelessness, incarceration or death… pick your poison?
Military / Veterans, and First Responders (Fire, Law Enforcement, EMS).
But even those two groups are different… I know, I was both a career military (now veteran), and a first responder (firefighter / EMT, and later, career law enforcement).
While first responders suffer from depression, anxiety, PTS(d), and suicide, their numbers of homelessness and incarceration are much lower – on par with or slightly lower than the general population.
The reason veterans not only have the suicide issue, but also a much higher (percentage wise) incidence of homelessness and incarceration than not only first responders, but the general population, is because first responders don’t leave society. They remain in it, and are trained to identify and confront issues, and find a way to contain or peacefully resolve those issues – and in the case of law enforcement, to use force as a last resort.
Military, on the other hand, are separated from society, ingrained with the military mind-set and culture, and are specifically trained to “locate, close with and destroy the enemy”. They are taught to destroy and kill the enemy in combat, and those who are not in combat are there to support those who are, and further the mission of protecting us by dominating and destroying the enemy. Different mind-set and mission.
Unfortunately, that does not translate well when they come back and “re-enter” society. There are many reasons and issues, such as employment/employability, readjustment issues, PTS(d), etc., etc… but what it boils down to is that there are a significantly higher percentage of suicides, homelessness and incarceration (and the incarceration of veterans involves a higher rate of violent offenses than the non-veteran inmate… no real surprise there, given the issues the veterans are dealing with vice the basic criminality of the other inmates).
So what are those rates? Here (imbedded in the following links) are some resources to help you see the numbers:
So… all that is very depressing. It’s hard to look at. Hard to imagine someone who was once a bright youngster all ready to step up and serve, to protect their way of life, country, and fellow citizens – who is now sleeping on a steam vent and asking for your change – so easy to look away and walk around, feeling uneasy. Or who is sitting in jail or a prison, more than half the time for a violent offense. Or who just quits, and “checks out”. Devastating their family by committing suicide – losing the fight with those dark demons they brought back with them.
But – it’s harder to live (or die) as one of them. As one of us…
So, here’s the choice. Walk around them. Leave them “where they belong” in prison or jail. Go on with our lives. So many people die every day, but it doesn’t really have anything to do with us unless it directly affects our life.
– Or –
Engage! Find something you’re interested in or even enjoy, and spend some time on that issue. There are so many wonderful organizations and people out there that anyone can find something that speaks to them. It doesn’t have to be depressing! I can be very rewarding, and sometimes, even fun!
Each year we go on a fishing trip with Hearts For Heroes, and have a blast! There is the Fine Earth Adventure Race if you like cross-country races, food and music! Seas The Day. Mountain Outfitters. Hunting, camping, social mixers… or even raising puppies (like my daughter, who fosters rescue dogs to become service dogs), etc., etc!
There are tons and tons of meaningful organizations and groups where you can participate, volunteer, or if you’re too short of time, donate! Advocate! Or just reach out to someone you know who might be having a hard time, and let them know you’re there…
You CAN be the one who makes a difference in someone’s life – and while you’re doing that, your own!
That One Thing…
By Jim Kuiken
I actually had a different article in mind…but since today (March 6th) is one of the most important holidays in the United States, I decided to move the other article back a week, in honor of this holiday (which I will get to in a bit…).
Several years ago, 1986 to be exact, I was attending the Army’s Special Forces Qualification Course (the “Q” Course). That is the school that you go through to earn your Green Beret, and become a Special Forces Soldier. Of course, I was a Marine, not a soldier, but Force Recon Marines (which I was at the time) go through a lot of different schools, one of which can be the Q Course.
It’s a tough, 6-month school, and is only the qualification course to earn your Beret and “Tab”, but don’t let anyone tell you it’s a skate in the park. Just to get in is a serious set of events and tests – and then it only gets harder. It’s also broken into specialty groups, based on the needs of the Special Forces “A Team”. There are the officers (18A – Special Forces Detachment Officer), and the enlisted specialists, who are broken into several categories. These are the: 18B – Weapons Sergeant, 18C – Engineer Sergeant, 18D – Medical Sergeant, 18E – Communications Sergeant, and of course a few other odds and ends. Each specialty has a longer or shorter course, but Marines who attend are normally there for the Weapons Sergeant or Engineer Sergeant course.
I was lucky, I was there for the Engineer Sergeant course (I got to build stuff…and then blow it up!!!) How much fun is that! There was a lot more to it than that, but that was the really fun part.
Of course, everyone gets to go through all the rest of the Q together, and then just break out for your particular specialty training section. The rest of the course was all the hard physical stuff. Lots of long “ruck” marches up and down hills, really serious 3-day compass courses, practice missions, jumping out of airplanes (another of the fun parts…), lots of conditioning. Oh, and did I mention lots of long “ruck” marches?
There’s even a survival portion where you’re off somewhere by yourself (covertly observed, of course – at Camp Mackall), and you have several tasks to perform during an extended period of time out there. Build shelter. Build (and use) traps to catch food. Find and use a water source. Etc., etc…and survive an extended time – and transition into a SERE Level C scenario – which is loads of fun (this time I’m being sarcastic… Not fun…).
And of course, there are lots of long “ruck” marches – in case I forgot to mention that.
So what the heck does any of this have to do with one of our most important National Holidays? Actually, to be technical…it’s a National Day of Recognition, not really a recognized ‘holiday’ – but is still one of the most important and revered days in the year! We’re getting there – just be patient!
My “A Team” classmates (minus the officers) were in our wooden shack up at Camp Mackall, in “isolation” (no contact allowed outside our team, and no contact with any outside people – we were isolated) in preparation for a practice mission that we were planning and practicing for. It was after a fairly long ruck march (carrying a pack or “ruck”) with 45 lbs in it (and yes, they weighed them to make sure…but at least it wasn’t one of the 60 lb. days…), and we all had our boots and socks off, tending to our blisters and sores. Lots of “mole skin” usage that day (and I pity you guys who actually know what that is…).
Anyway, while we’re sitting there with our boots off after a long march, and a few days with no showers, enjoying the bouquet of our buddies in a small, closed-in wooden shack, one of the guys spoke up. It was an interesting mix of guys – a Force Recon Marine, a former Delta Team soldier (who had taken a couple of 9mm rounds through the lung during a training exercise and couldn’t stay in Delta, so he transferred over to SF), and a couple of other folks, to make up our team.
The guy who spoke up said – if you could have anything you want right now, what would be your fantasy? What’s the one thing you really crave right now?
Of course, being a bunch of rugged, sweaty, beat up guys in a cold wooden shack in the middle of the woods in the middle of nowhere with no contact with the outside world…you can only imagine!
Being the shy one there, I spoke right up. “Double Stuff Oreos!!!” I absolutely craved them right then. Others spoke up. “A hamburger!” “Pizza!” “Beer!”
It was a lot of fun, broke the moment, and frankly…made us all hungry… I remembered a good buddy of mine from my Force Recon unit – Frank. He was former Army LRRP, Pathfinder, etc., who spent some rough times in Vietnam, and after he returned to the US, had gotten out of the Army and joined the Marines, ending up in my unit. I still remember that he always had to have a crisp, fresh red apple with him. If he ate it, he had to stop and get another one, just to have. I finally understood…
The guy who asked the question actually wrote down each of our #1 cravings in his notepad. I thought that was strange, but then we all got busy with our tasks.
About a week later, as we were coming down the trail towards our camp from a ruck march, he darted off into the bushes, and came back with a “willie peter” waterproof bag. When we got back to our hooch and dumped our packs, etc., he announced “mail call!”
It turns out (and I should have known…since he was our Communications Sergeant), that he had gotten word out to his wife, and she had packed a bag with all the stuff we had been craving (except the beer of course)! When he tossed me that package of double-stuff Oreos, I sat there and ate the whole thing in one sitting. Almost made myself sick…
And to this day, I cannot have Oreos in my house. I will cram down the whole package. I made the mistake of telling a friend that (she is the cub scout leader of the pack I went and talked to, and she is also the ‘friend’ who, when I was headed up to a 3-day shoot with Ghost Firearms Training to go for my “1000-yard shot”, said to “let us know if you’ve still got it.” With friends like that…), and when we went to our neighbor’s house for a New Year’s Eve get-together…she brought me a pack of Oreos…
Anyway, HAPPY NATIONAL OREOS DAY!!!
(now I have to go buy some so I can have a couple with my scotch tonight!)