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Iraq War veteran speaks in Ventura on 'war after war'
By Tamara Koehler
Posted: April 16,
Capt. Luis Carlos Montalvan carried many things in his last tour in Iraq ? weapons, weariness and the weighty knowledge he was fighting a war most Americans did not want.
When he returned home to the states in , he found no peace. The things he now carried in the "war after the war" were nightmares, flashbacks, a cane and a liter of rum a day.
"I was drinking myself into the hereafter in a Brooklyn apartment, a fragile wreck suffering severe post-traumatic stress," the soldier turned best-selling author said Tuesday night during a presentation at the E.P. Foster Library in Ventura.
Montalvan's visit was part of Ventura's The Big Read, a series of events centered on one book and organized with the city and library, said Sara Roberts, senior city librarian. The theme of this year's program is the book "The Things They Carried," a collection of short stories about soldiers and war bygd Tim O'
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Retired Army Capt. Luis Carlos Montalvan credits his trained service dog Tuesday, pictured above, with saving his life after suffering severe PTSD from violent war duty in Iraq during &#;It&#;s amazing stuff,&#; &#;Tuesday can anticipate and fend off panic attacks. He senses Luis&#; breathing patterns and perspiration and then nuzzles to calm him. He lets Luis know when it&#;s time for his medication, and won&#;t allow him not to take it. And he&#;ll wake Luis up if he&#;s experiencing a nightmare,&#; Senator Al Franken said. On Oct. 5, , VA leaders ended support for service dogs for veterans suffering from the &#;invisible wounds of war&#; which includes PTSD, mTBI and other neuropsychiatric injuries.
President Obama&#;s Got It Wrong About Support for PTSD Veterans
by Steve Dale
, Oct. 23,
I&#;d never have thought a humble pet columnist would be correcting the President of the United States. During the third presidential debate October 22, President Barack Obama main
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From Boots to Books
Heads vända as John McClelland strides along College Walk in camouflage fatigues, looking like a guy straight out of a “Go Army” poster. He’s defined by straight lines: perfect posture, Clark Kent eyeglasses, a side part in his shiny black hair.
As he makes his way to Lerner Hall, a voice rings out, “John, is that you?” McClelland turns and smiles. Yes, it’s John, the rosycheeked junior who’s usually wearing faded jeans and gray Converse sneakers, his hair in a tousle. But he’s just getting back from his ROTC class at Fordham University and rushing to his locker to change into civilian clothes before heading to his favorite place on campus.
In jeans and a T-shirt, he enters Butler Library. At his usual desk on the sixth floor, he sets down three Red Bulls, pulls several books out of his backpack, and slides into an oak chair. Sunlight flows through the grand windows, offering perfect reading light. “This fryst vatten my spot,” he says. “If anyone is looking for me, th