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How To Use Your Military Training To Triumph In Civilian Life
How To Use Your Military Training To Triumph In Civilian Life
Sweat.....How can I smell it right now?

I don’t know if it’s mine or his as I watch it stain the burlap vest in front of me…

This is no ordinary vest. This vest contains explosives - along with rebar and all kinds of shrapnel!  

Wires and detonators that could INSTANTLY take the life of the suicide bomber wearing it…

Along with a good ol’ chunk of the two surrounding blocks of city… AND...Not to mention the man working on this bomber’s jacket:
Bobby Sampsons,
Founder of
Of course, there are protective measures for these situations…

Things like the EOD 9.

Which is the astronaut-looking suit you may have seen in movies like The Hurt Locker… Constructed from a flame retardant Nomex/Kevlar mix with ballistic panels to thwart fragmentation, impact, heat and flame.  

The helmet includes a ventilation system: so it can be fitted with circulating ice cold water to regulate the wearer’s body temperature.

Now normally, I’d wear an EOD 9 in a situation like this…

But not today. ..
Today, I’m disarming a bomb in nothing but my damn combats and flak vest and It’s not like I hadn’t already seen my fair share of carnage.
Hell, less than an hour into my first tour in Kandahar, I was dispatched to the Provincial Governor’s palace, where three suicide bombers had just blown themselves up in a public market full of locals… 
It was a bloody mess!
So when a call comes in, we can’t help but mentally prepare ourselves for a post-blast scene…

This job requires a numbness, one that toughens you - protects you - from within…

Knowing each step of recon and recovery could be your last…

Should the enemy detonate a secondary explosion while you’re sifting through the bait of the first blast.
Our job is supposed to be to find these things first and a lot of times, we do.  

My team was responsible for taking over 100 explosives out of action, but sometimes, finding an IED can be like finding a needle in a haystack. 

And when you miss one and another set of dog tags gets sent home, you can’t help but take it personal.

Dammit - Maybe if I would’ve found that one sooner.  

But we can’t be everywhere all the time. It’s not your fault, of course, but that doesn’t make it feel like less of a burden. And in this job, when you relax, even for a second, things can go sideways, people die.

The innocent die. Women, children, the elderly...dead.

Typically, the bomber would have been shot and killed prior to our arrival, and our job would be to pull the bomb off his lifeless body with a robot.
This time was different.
On this call, the explosive in question was still active, being worn by a live perpetrator.
As I listen to the details of the op, I mentally check off the different ways in which the bomber could possibly detonate an IED.

The four I’m on the lookout for:
Bobby Sampsons,
Founder of
Just like in the movies - a second hand ticking or a digitized representation of death on your doorstep. Nothing to discuss. When time runs out, it runs out for everyone in the area. 

Anti-removal: Designed to prevent tampering. When you try to remove the vest, it detonates.

Chicken switch: A situation where a second perpetrator hides outside the blast zone with binoculars and a cell phone or remote. They can set off the bomb, if the bomber is shot or the bomb doesn’t detonate the first time. They press the button, at any time... and it detonates.  

If someone were lurking on the outside, they’d probably choose to kill a member of my team or a coalition team over Afghan police officers. We’re a bit higher on their totem pole. 

Victim-operated: The bomber has to detonate the device on his own volition, usually using connected switches.

Intel reported that the bomber was not expired. 
He was very much alive, as were the switches dangling from both of his sides, telling me immediately that there is at least one victim-operated threat.

So as long as his thumbs don’t find their way to the switches, we’ve got a chance. He was being detained by two Afghan police officers. Every second it would have taken to put on my EOD9 was another second those two officers would be stuck in the death zone.
So I opted not to.

As I get to the bomber it feels like I walk into a 6’ x 6’ box of heat and electricity, humidity and tension.
The negative energy was palpable. 
The police officers are terrified, but the suicide bomber is strangely calm.

And so I am strangely calm. But also super focused.  

As soon as the enemy's arms are safely bound and fastened by plastic ties to the fence behind him, I relieve the officers.
With the imminent loss of life off the table, I further assess the situation, making sure the immediate and surrounding areas are safe and secure.

Most likely, the bomber is just a foot soldier - nowhere near the head of the snake.

But if you can disarm the bomb and save the bomber, you might just get information that could bring down the entire network.

And that’s worth risking your life for.
Let's Do This!
The “hot box” feels even hotter now. My training cycles through my every thought.  

I’m alert, sharp and focused, analyzing the situation. I look the device over. I recognize it plain as day.  
Every detail etched into my mind, like your first address or a friend's phone number.  

I’m locked in.

I understand the wires, the power source, the switches, the whole circuit. I take them, in order, between the blades of my wire cutter. 
Before I can cut the wires, the man starts speaking to me…

It sounds like gibberish. And, strangely, there’s no passion behind his words. No venom. No animosity.  

It sounds more like... defeat. Almost apologetic. 

It’s just a gut feeling, but whatever he’s telling me seems more about wherever it is he came from than his current position, zap-strapped to a chain link fence with 30 lbs of explosives ornamenting his chest.

I wish I could communicate with him, but he doesn’t understand English, let alone French. But he needs to shut up if we’re going to survive this.  

He relinquishes, only after tasting the leather from the glove I put across his mouth…

The whole time I’m pleading with him to let me do my job…

“Be quiet if you want to get out of here, I got to get this done. I got other calls after this one, it’s a busy day, son.”

He nods, I think. Good enough. We continue. 

Again I talk myself through the wires, the explosive, the switches, and know how many different ways the bomb can go off if we’re not extremely careful.

“I got this,” I say.

It is very clear that I believe in what I’m doing. The intensity and the heat in the “box” is rising. 
I’m on fire. I re-examine the switches. 
I can see they make up the circuit between the power source, the detonators and the explosives.

It needs to be done the RIGHT WAY... Because If I remove any one of those components in the wrong sequence... 

That's it, it's over for both of us!

I snip the wires, which isn’t exactly best practice, but the situation dictates the protocol. The bomb is disarmed!  

It’s time to remove the vest.

I’m either going to be the first Canadian to ever do this. Or I’m not.  
If it blows, I’ll be an entry into the history books…instead of making it.

Except it doesn’t.

And once the vest is completely removed, the man in front of me becomes human again. He offers a sigh, so exhaustive and hard that it lowers the intensity and heat of the situation. 

The vest is fully dismantled before I let the investigating team come down and the interrogation begins. The bomber stays bound to the fence behind him while an interpreter goes to work.
And then we discover the truth, that the man is actually mentally challenged. He’s weak.

He’d been starved for two weeks before being coerced into wearing the jacket and threatened with having his entire family killed if he didn’t follow through with the operation.

And somehow, despite our differences, I already knew that inside. How could I feel that? 
It’s easy when everybody is a bad guy, but in one instant, this man changed the face of war.

He wasn’t an enemy. He was just hurting. And I wasn’t angry at him. I was just glad.  
Glad I was called in, and glad that all of us made it out of that “hot box” alive!

Because he didn’t deserve to die either…

After I finished my service, the return home was surreal… At first, I was just happy to be home and alive. 
People were constantly asking me questions and giving me the hero’s treatment!

However....That didn’t last long! 

As they say “you’re only as relevant as your last story”… That’s when the questions started sneaking into my head… 

It started with:
Who am I anyway...?
Just a hopped-up-on-life adrenaline junkie on high alert, freshly released into a world that isn’t mine. Going through the motions of daily rituals I haven’t seen in a decade and a half. 
I’m not functioning like a normal member of society, laying here, spiraling into the depths of my own warped mind.
I don’t know who to trust. Sometimes I don’t even know where I am.  
Last week, I woke up standing on a jetty. 

One minute I’m working at my desk; an hour and a half later, I’m staring into the ocean on a wooden dock.

How the hell did I even get here?

I’m supposed to be reintegrating back into society, but I’m not ready. 
I’m not coping well and to make matter worse, I can’t sleep. 

And, of course, there’s the night terrors. 
They keep me in a constant state of exhaustion and confusion. 
I’m not talking about just a couple of nights; I’m talking a couple of months.

You always look for some kind of indicator when they’re happening, too. 
Like the spinning top from the movie Inception - something to let you know it’s not real. 

Or something to let you know it is real, like the sweat stain on the burlap explosive container. 
Which, ironically, is somewhat better. 

When it gets real, you can rely on your skill set to get you out; doesn’t matter how small the percentage of chance. 

If you’re stuck in a dream and can’t tell what’s real, there is no escape.
Your mind takes you back to the chaos of battle - gunfire, explosions, the same anxiety.
And slowly over time, relentlessly and unforgivingly, an idea starts to form... the longing for death.  

A recurring thought, burrowing its way through your mind like a worm through a rotten apple.
I try to lay down, close my eyes, and zone off into a catatonic state, but that doesn’t work too often. If I do knock out for a bit, I make sure to do it alone. You forget about the comforts of sleeping with someone beside you. 
It’s impossible with how violent your body whips around, reacting to stimuli running through your head throughout the night.
And when you do wake up, the sheets are so wet, you have to apologize for the way they stick to your partner’s skin.
As if you didn’t feel out of place enough with all the things going on inside your head!

It seems like people forget most of their dreams, but I could remember every single detail of my night terrors - vividly.
It wasn’t good enough for the delusions to only feed at night.

They fed during the day, too.

I can’t begin to describe the embarrassment of what it’s like to find out that crystal clear, real events, turned out to be completely fictitious. Panic attacks alone in my living room, without a single threat of danger near, and yet, my chest is caving in on itself.  

Like this big black ball is inside my ribcage telling me - warning me - that people are trying to hurt me.

That people are coming for me.

I can’t breathe. I can’t stop blinking.

And between my shuttering eyes, I see the cars pass by my house - one after another.

They’re NOT driving to work.

Or Starbucks…
They’re ALL Out To Get Me.
Now, somewhere inside, I know they’re normal people going about their own lives.

But I think they hate me. I think they’re coming for me, to kill me. To Punish Me… 
My arms are tingling. I can’t feel my fingers.

And even though I know I’m not having a heart attack, it feels so real.
I know it’s not real, but it feels real! Am I going insane? Is this where I lose it? 

It’s like being in The Matrix, jumping back and forth between two different worlds. The more you do it, the less you can tell the difference between the two.

I’m weak. Mentally unstable.
The people I love can’t help me because they don’t know how, and I sure as hell can’t help them help me. So they are just potential collateral damage to me now.  I’m worthless.  

They’re better off without me. I don’t want to hurt them. But I know I will. 
I can only cause damage to those around me, especially other vets. 
Like wolves, we roll in packs and smell blood in the air a mile away. The downside is, when you’re sick, you often infect the entire pack. 
I can’t let this pain show.....and so I hide
In my basement or living room with the curtains drawn, of all places, and as safe as that bunker might have felt, it was just restricting me even further. I start drinking more and more just to cope. Drinking beer alone on a random afternoon has a different feel to it than our standard, scheduled, mess hall celebrations back in the service.  

A place we let our guard down…

Booze and war stories told in jubilation. Feeling supported, and confidence refuelled.  
A community of soldiers trading the atrocities of the world for the innocence of the moment.

I snap back to reality, looking down at the translucent orange pill bottle in my hand.
"Do not operate Heavy Machinery and do not take with alcohol."

Too late. I’m 6 deep into a 24 pack.  

I can’t even remember how many of these pills I’ve swallowed today. Offhand, it’s somewhere between 6-10 in the morning. Then 10-12 at night. Let’s just call it an even 20. 

We’re not talking aspirin here, some are for depression, some for anxiety; One of them has this side effect that actually shocks my brain: It feels like a lightning storm inside my head, but it’s worth it… because the medication takes the edge off of all this.

It gives me breathing space for small pockets in the day, an opening…
And an opportunity to take just a single step forward…
When taking this medication DO NOT 
drink Alcoholic beverages
The medication slows these racing thoughts.

This lightning, this pain becomes a rush of reality and the more it strikes, the more I look forward to it.  The more comfort the pain provides, because it’s somethin tangible; something that makes me feel again.
Like the drugs and alcohol, it’s addicting and now I’m that guy.  

The ticking time bomb the civilian world was afraid of.
I’ve stood proudly atop mountain ranges, Afghan deserts, a C-130 with a loaded parachute. Now, I’m lying on the floor in my basement, in the fetal position, living up to that crazy Veteran stereotype we all swore didn’t apply to us. 
Trying to solve that problem by jumping on a different grenade of another stereotype, the alcoholic. And another, the pill popper. Whatever stigma I can latch onto and identify myself by.  

Then things take a turn for the worst.
I can’t take this suffering anymore.
How many times have I looked at that nightstand and wished there was a handgun inside? 

Something to stop the pain. Or dreamt of crashing my car into the big rock face that I passed on the way to base…  

People died there all the time, so nobody would know I did it on purpose.
My family would get the insurance money and this constant pain would end…

Very soon, I’m afraid I’m going to think the easy way out is the right way out.  The only way out. 

This is the devil’s door: Suicide. 

First, it’s just a passing thought that’s quickly ignored.
Then it swells into an idea with a voice. A whisper that amplifies to a scream, leading to an action.  I grab a notepad and before you know it, I’ve written down every step it would take to successfully kill myself. 

I’m 20/80 on this right now.  

It’s the easy way out. I know this. But it feels like I know it a little less than I did yesterday.  
And the day before that.

I’m 40/60.

I’m scared outta my mind, but it feels like the darkness is calling me. It is the only way out of this mess. I study suicide. Opinions, ramifications, methods. My research is intense and thorough, just as I’ve been trained to operate. 

I think of my loved ones most, but my thoughts aren’t working right. They’re warped. They must be.  

Suicide doesn’t feel selfish.

It feels like I would be relieving the world of some kind of darkness. It feels warranted and just. It feels deserved. In the service, I was the rising tide that floated all ships, but now, in the civilian world, I’m the anchor.

A weight on my loved ones, friends, and Veteran family. If I haven’t had enough of this world, it’s sure as hell had enough of me. 

I’m 60/40.

Feeling like I’m past the point of no return on this. I’m desperate for relief. To do something right.  

Not for me, but for those I’m holding down and endangering. This would be a gift to them, a weight off their shoulders. Which means it’s not selfish. It’s actually selfless. Can that be right?? 

I’m 80/20. 

I need to leave this planet and I’m ready to go. 

When I see myself in the mirror, the same guy who walked down that dirt road and disarmed a live suicide bomber. I took the jacket off that man I know I did.

So how am I seeing it again in the mirror right now? 

Live and armed all over again. Now strapped to "My" chest. I thought I’d done my job in Kandahar and neutralized the threat.  
Instead, all I’d done was transfer the burden onto myself. I don’t even know how I got this thing on - outfitted, weighing me down, and waiting for me to blow the charges. 
“Help me. I don’t want to be here,” I murmur.
I need someone to save me.

And that’s when it hit me. The most qualified person is the guy in the mirror staring back at me, asking me for help.  

The one who HAS done it before. A warrior who was built for this exact situation. 

We’re in this together.  I’ve been here before. I know what I’m doing.  
So why wasn’t I doing it?

That day… I committed myself to seeking answers outside of the drugs and alcohol… I read books, articles and blog posts. I listened to podcasts and radio shows. I talked to mentors… 

I got my hands on everything I could find to deal with the PTSD I was clearly exhibiting… I started applying what I learned as I was learning it. 
Each day a bit of the darkness subsided.

And each day I stepped out a little further into the light.

Over time, I was able to create effective systems to help me manage my symptoms to the point, where I’m able to now triumph in the civilian world, just as I had in the service…
Which reminds me, I haven’t even introduced myself.
My name is Bruno Guevremont
I had an incredible desire to serve from a very early age. I wanted to make this world a better place. 

I wanted to stand up to those responsible for 9/11 - the attack that would change the world forever.

I still remember that day; I knew, right then and there, we were going to war. I jumped at the first opportunity to stand up against evil and work alongside the Americans, Brits, Aussies, Kiwis and other NATO countries to secure Kabul and assist Afghans in starting their own government.  

We were fighting for democracy.
The patriotism and energy in the air was magnetic. 
The feeling of camaraderie was unlike anything I’d ever been a part of - like a sports team, family and support system - all wrapped in one.

And we were all there for one reason. To kick some ass.
The military trained me, built me, to surpass my natural potential.
At first, I was a Weapons Technician and Paratrooper. Then I transferred to become a Clearance Diver and explosives expert in the Royal Canadian Navy. I was in charge of millions of dollars’ worth of equipment and given the highest clearance and authorization.
I was valuable to the government. I was a warrior with a purpose. 

And then, in just a matter of seconds, I wasn’t.
I had 15 years and 3 deployments under my belt when I was released from service for PTSD. It felt as if everything I’d known and loved had been stripped away from me.
All of the confidence I had collected over the years crumbled.
A million tools in my belt, but zero idea how they translated into anything aside from being a damn warrior.
I lost my identity, and as much as I tried to integrate back into the world, I kept coming to the same conclusion - this world wasn’t mine and this was the civilian world, the world that warriors like us dedicated our lives to protect.  
  •  I fooled others into believing I was okay, but I was far from it. 
  •  I was depressed, anxious, paranoid, delusional and crazy.  
  •  I was allowing my injury to take the wheel.  
But then one day…I made a choice.
I chose to rise above my injury and get healthy for the people I love, climbing out of darkness to help others do the same.

Since then I’ve been fortunate enough to do some amazing things: 
  •  I chased my passions and opened my own gym. 
  •  I completed an expedition to the North Pole.  
  •  I led Team Canada in the Invictus Games.  
  •  I stepped back into the roles I was meant for - survivor, warrior, leader.  
  •  I became a voice for my brothers and sisters who serve. 
Now, I hate to break the news to you, but I’m not a doctor. 

All I can do is share what I’ve learned to help me take responsibility for my injury and put it in its place.

As I understand it, PTSD affects the brain’s neural pathways, connected nerves along which electrical impulses travel throughout your body. 
At the most basic level, these pathways exist to keep you alive. 

If you need food in your mouth, your brain creates a neural pathway to send the message to your jaw to open wide.
When the mind thinks it’s in a place of danger, it works overtime carving out more of these pathways to assist in your survival.
Adrenaline is released.

Your senses and reflexes are enhanced. 
It’s more than situational awareness; it’s an intense heightened alertness, even when you don’t actually need it.
Now, this elevated awareness, anxiety, and sensitivity is critical when you’re in a war zone.
But when you’re back home filling up your truck before church, it does nothing but send your mind back to a time and place you don’t need to be reminded of.
The same way we created new pathways for the dangers overseas, we can also create new ones to mitigate our bodies’ reactions to stresses in the civilian world.

If you convince your mind that it has a need, it will create the most efficient neural pathway to satisfy that request.
If you can wrap your head around the science behind how these neural pathways work…
You can accomplish anything.

The same principles apply to anything you want to do or learn in life, as you practice, your mind and body create more efficient paths to execute. You become quicker, better, more efficient. Our brain is a machine that learns, and we can instruct it to rewire healthier, more practical, appropriate responses for the civilian word. 

In theory, simply telling yourself you want something gives a direct command to your central nervous system to create a pathway for your body to fulfill. Because the body has no choice but to listen to the mind, as the old saying goes, “any direction you can will the mind to go, the body will follow.” 

When we start replacing those neural pathways with healthier ones, we free ourselves…
And neutralize our injury’s power over us.

But the work doesn’t end there. You may need to replace other unhealthy aspects of your life, too.  
There’s a story I recently heard 
that illustrates this point perfectly… 
A Soldier with PTSD fell in a hole…and couldn’t get out. 

A Senior NCO went by 

The Soldier with PTSD called out for help. The Senior NCO yelled back, told him to suck it up, dig deep & drive on. Then he threw him a shovel. But the Soldier with PTSD could not suck it up and drive on, so he dug the hole deeper. 

 A Senior Officer went by 

And the Soldier with PTSD called out for help. The Senior Officer told him to use the tools your Senior NCO has given you then threw him a bucket. But the Soldier with PTSD was using the tools his Senior NCO gave him, so he dug the hole deeper and filled the bucket.
A psychiatrist walked by.

The Soldier with PTSD said, “Help! I can’t get out!”
The psychiatrist gave him some drugs and said, “Take this. It will relieve the pain.”
The Soldier with PTSD said thanks, but when the pills ran out, he was still in the hole.

A well-known psychologist rode by and heard the Soldier with PTSD crying for help.

He stopped and asked, “How did you get there?”
“Were you born there?”
“Did your parents put you there?”
“Tell me about yourself, it will alleviate your sense of loneliness.”

So the Soldier with PTSD talked with him for an hour, then the psychologist had to leave, but he said he’d be back next week.
The Soldier with PTSD thanked him, but he was still in the hole.

A priest came by.

The Soldier with PTSD called for help
The priest gave him a Bible and said, “I’ll say a prayer for you.” He got down on his knees and prayed for the Soldier with PTSD, then he left. The Soldier with PTSD was very grateful, he read the Bible, but he was still stuck in the hole. 

A recovering Soldier with PTSD happened to be passing by. 

The Soldier with PTSD cried out, “Hey, help me. I’m stuck in this hole!”

Right away the recovering Soldier with PTSD jumped down in the hole with him. The Soldier with PTSD said, “What are you doing? Now we’re both stuck here!!” But the recovering Soldier with PTSD said: 

“Calm down. It’s okay. I’ve been here before. I know how to get out.”

In order to heal, reaching out, and helping others is one of the best prescriptions I can recommend. But before we can help others we must help ourselves…  

It is primordial that we are healthy and solid before we go down the rabbit hole with our brothers and sisters.
Beware of The Den
Veterans are wolves.

As motivational as that parable may be, that type of pack mentality can work against you as quickly as it does for you.

I was a part of it for years.

We sit at the local coffee shop for hours, talking about the government doesn't do anything for us, the civilian world doesn't do anything for us, the corporate world doesn't do anything for us.
Nobody is doing anything for us!

What we don’t realize is... We aren't even doing anything for ourselves. 
We shower each other with misery to feel comfortable about bathing in our own.

We come home and the first thing we do over our morning cup of coffee is, toss our brothers and sisters into a hornet nest. It’s happening in VAs and coffee shops all over the world - every single day.  

Once you notice it, it becomes exhausting to witness.

Veterans turning other Veterans into victims, enabling each other to say “poor me” and put the responsibility of fixing ourselves on everyone else.

I’ve looked other Veterans in the eye and explained to them how unfair the world was to them, before they even came to that conclusion themselves. 

Almost as if I was planting it in their head, and for the worst reasons.

Not because it was true, but because I was projecting to corroborate my own story. My own coping mechanism was to cripple others. We do this to justify laziness and inaction, ignoring the work we need to do on ourselves.  

To push it aside for another afternoon of drinking beer and playing Call of Duty in our own personal purgatory.
It’s time to wake up, ladies and gentlemen.
Stop feeling sorry for yourselves and act.
Everybody in the world has demons. You signed the dotted line.  That makes it your duty to use your training for the good of mankind. It’s your responsibility to get YOURSELF better and that’s why I’m here today. 

I want to be the soldier that jumps into the hole with you to help you find the way out from the trap of PTSD…

To help you get back to being a winner - a warrior - and action taker. 

Here’s how:

I’ve discovered that it only takes focus on 3 key areas of your life…to overcome the negative effects of PTSD…

These key areas allow you to leverage your military training - turning it into a STRENGTH that allows you to triumph in the civilian world!

Here they are:
In a war zone, your level of awareness is everything.

In most cases…it’s the difference between life and death. But in civilian life... 

Not so much.

Scanning constantly for threats in your environment leads to an unending, low-levels of anxiety and this anxiety triggers the release of stress hormones like, cortisol and adrenaline. 

That’s fine if you’re on the battlefield, but when you’re trying to enjoy time with your family or friends it can be a REAL problem.  

Said another way, high levels of awareness or even constant awareness can ramp up your anxiety to the point where your brain can’t tell the difference between a real threat and a perceived one. In fact, being in this constant state anxiety and stress can actually make your decisions irrational.  

Exactly the opposite of what you’re trying to accomplish.

Grasp this concept and you can immediately begin to retrain and rewire your brain. Now I’m not saying you shouldn’t be aware of your surroundings. Your specialized training has given you that skillset and it has served you well.  

But once you master situational awareness and understand how to make it work FOR you instead of against you…

You’ll begin to realize that your training is always there to serve you.
And you don’t always have to be on HIGH alert. 

In fact, a calm mind improves your focus and focus gives you the ability to put your training into action if and when the need ever arises. 
Mastering situational awareness can also help you excel in your career.

For example:
  • You’ll become a better communicator – always having the upper hand when it comes to negotiations, during presentations or dealing with your superiors.
  •  You’ll become better at setting and achieving your goals and assessing your progress. With the ability to evaluate everything more strategically you’ll make better decisions that are always in alignment with your mission.  
  •  You’ll become better organized – by understanding your business or work landscape you’ll be better organized to meet every challenge you face head-on.  
  •  And you’ll form better habits – through detached observation and assessment you’ll consistently make better choices and build on positive habits that can help you achieve your desired outcomes faster. 

As a soldier you know better than anyone that’s it’s ALL a mental game.

And the truth is… You’ve already lived through the worst part. 

You’ve seen things that would bring most people to their knees and YOU survived. But, now you’re at war with that inner voice. 
You struggle with the dialogue going on inside your head…

The visions… The thoughts and feelings… 

But you’re not at war anymore, and it’s time to dig deep and understand your injury. That’s where mental conditioning comes in. You’ve proven that your MIND is strong… 

But now you need to take back control. You need to rediscover that warrior inside of you. Because it’s time to prepare for a NEW battle. 

The battle of your mind.

Winning this battle is key to overcoming PTSD.

Because when you do…
  • You’ll reach new goals with ease – as you remember who you are and what you’re capable of. You are now the commander of your own life and you can easily lead yourself to victory.  
  •  You’ll understand your injury and the best way to address it – Through mental conditioning you’ll better understand what you need to do to overcome the limiting thoughts and beliefs that you’ve brought back with you. Accomplish that and you’ll become unstoppable.  
  •  You’ll also rediscover your own strengths – through mental conditioning you’ll reconnect with yourself and rebuild your confidence while reminding yourself who you are and why you’re here. You’re military training is an asset and once you master your mind nothing will keep you from reaching your objectives.  
You’re on a NEW mission…

And the right mental conditioning will make you proud of who you are and what you’ve done in the name of freedom…
You deserve everyone’s respect…

But most importantly you have to respect yourself.

Next, we have…
You not only need a strong mind…

But you need a strong body too. As a warrior, you know what it’s like to be in top physical condition.  
But, perhaps you’ve been punishing yourself with drugs, alcohol and food.

Anything to stop the pain by dulling your senses.

The problem? When the high wears off, you feel even worse. 
Remember you’re a soldier and you need to once again take pride in your ability to do the impossible.

To push yourself above and beyond both mental and physical barriers. It’s who you are…it’s what you’ve trained for.  
You owe it to yourself to get that warrior body back.

And physical training is a key part to your recovery because…
  • It helps you refocus your energy – giving you a new mission, new objectives and new set of goals to achieve. Which in turn gives you a whole new purpose.
  •  It helps relieves stress – exercise gives you an outlet, allowing you to channel your frustrations, your anger and your anxiety into something healthy and productive. 
  •  It gives you a sense of pride – as a warrior your driven by results…exercise gives you the opportunity to once again be mission focused by allowing you to set and achieve new goals. 
  •  It floods your brain with “good” chemicals – exercise releases endorphins which make you feel good…Plus, exercise helps fight depression, anxiety and stress. 
Never underestimate the power of physical training in your recovery, it’s a key part of bringing you back.
The 3-Pillars Of Success
Over the years, I’ve built unique tools and systems that I use in these core areas of my life and it’s worked remarkably well for me!

It’s also worked wonders for other service men and women that have implemented it in their lives :)
Would you like to see if these systems can help you too?

If so, here’s what I’ve done:

I put together a little online training series.  It’s 7 videos broken up into short modules… 

In them, I walk you through all the tools and systems I developed to manage my PTSD.
It’s made by a warrior, for a warrior.

Along with the videos, you’re also going to get:
Membership to our warrior community. 
I call it the screw FB group and you’ll have access 24/7. 

Inside, you’ll meet other warriors just like yourself, men and women on the EXACT same journey. Warriors who’ve seen what you’ve seen and are now making their way back and unlike the pity parties so many of us have become part of, this group is different.  

Inside we focus on ONE thing and ONE thing only. Your SUCCESS!  

I’ve been told that this group is one of the most helpful resources I offer and I’m proud to bring you inside.

But I didn’t stop there. 

Because in addition to your exclusive access to our warrior community…

You also get to attend our…
Live monthly progress and success webinars:
Each month we’ll jump on a live webinar and discuss your progress, share notes and share our successes. 

I’ll also bring in experts and expose you to other resources that I’ve found to help you on your journey.

During these webinars we’ll tackle your problems and together we’ll brainstorm solutions and as valuable as the warrior community is, these live sessions allow us to interact in REAL TIME.

They’re an amazing way to stay connected, empowered and focused and a great way to check in and encourage others on their journey. 

But that’s not all…

Earlier I told you how important the physical side of your recovery is. I told you how exercise can help you regain control of your mind. I also told you how important it is to regain your warrior physique. 

It’s who you are.

That’s why I’ve also included…
The 4 Week warrior program
A full four-week nutrition and training program to get you back in warrior form.

I didn’t want to leave anything to chance so in addition to all of the mental training and resources, I also wanted to give you a plan for your physical training too. 

This program is four full weeks and is designed to get you back into fighting shape.
The kind of shape you can be proud of.
The kind of shape that will give you the strength, stamina and mental clarity you need.

The kind of shape that will make you once again feel like the warrior you are.
Reclaiming Your Life!
Now I want you to imagine with me what your life will look like when you unleash your inner warrior again!

Imagine triumphing the way you were trained… The way you were MEANT to… 
Your injury (the enemy) does NOT need to defeat you any longer!!!

You do NOT need to stay in a hole… Desperately seeking help out… Let me take you by the hand and guide you to the light. 

Join me. My online program is simply called: 
  •  Together we will fight our way out of whatever your PTSD is doing to hold you back! 
  •  Together we will conquer the enemy on the Homefront of your mind! 
  •  So YOU are in control. 
  •  So YOU can be the true warrior you were meant to be in all areas of your life! 
  • NOW
BUT! You Need To Commit!
In order to work together in Homefront, I do ask for a commitment fee.

This is simply an investment in yourself to ensure that you stick to the program and get results…

Because getting better requires a lot of hard work.
It means taking responsibility.
If you take care of yourself and all of your collective "stuff" - whether it be making your bed, cleaning your weapon, showing up on time - your unit has a much better chance to be successful. 

Which means you have a better chance of being successful.

How can you take responsibility if you’re not willing to invest in yourself?
Before I get into what the commitment fee to enroll in Homefront is…

You should know this:
IF you choose to enlist in Homefront, your commitment fee is protected by my 100% money back guaranteed!

This is how it works:
You enlist in Homefront today.  And Use It. 

If at any point in the next 90 days you feel like you haven’t gotten the value of 10 TIMES your commitment fee, just let me know and I’ll happily refund your money.  I’m not here to try and get rich selling access to these tools. 

My mission is this:

I want to help as many of my brothers and sisters suffering from PTSD as possible.  I want to equip them with the tools to be the victorious warriors they were meant to be in all areas of life! 

So if you don’t feel I’ve been successful helping you overcome PTSD, then I haven't earned your money and I’ll gladly give it back!!!
Your Mission Is Ready To Begin
Ready to enlist in Homefront today?

You can get started for one easy investment of $197

Just click the button below to get started today!

Let’s get right down to it… The way I see it you have two options: 
Option One - Is to do nothing.
You can choose to not take action, go back down to the basement and sit there wondering what happened to your life.

You can go down to the local coffee shop, bar or local veteran’s hangout and sit there with other veterans while blaming everyone else for your misery.

You can swap stories and make each other feel better by sharing your woes.
And you can STAY the way you are.

But know this…

By doing so…you’ll be giving the very people you blame for your current circumstances more power over you.
You’ll be showing them that you’re just another soldier.

Someone who’s life doesn’t matter.
Someone who doesn’t deserve their respect or their gratitude…


Option Two: Take back control of YOUR life 
You can show them that you are more than just a number.

More than just another broken veteran. More than just a statistic. 

You’re a trained warrior.
You’ve been exposed to the worst conditions possible and YOU SURVIVED! None of them would have ever lasted a second, let alone come home to tell about it.  But you did. 

And now it’s time to show them what you’re made of.
It’s time to take control of your life again.

It’s time to put yourself, your recovery and YOUR mission first.

Join me right now and let’s rebuild your life.
Remember, when you choose to be part of Homefront 
you also get… 
  •  24/7 access to our warriors only private group. You’ll be able to interact with others on the same journey. Share stories, motivate, encourage and inspire other warriors on your road to recovery from PTSD. 
  •  Access to our Monthly Webinars: You’ll be able to check in, report your progress and learn from others…all in REAL TIME. These monthly live webinars are the perfect way to stay connected, focused and on track. We’ll reinforce all that your learning and cover a lot more. 
  •  My Four-Week Fitness And Nutrition Protocol: Full recovery means recovering not only your mind, but also your body. You’ve trained to be a warrior and you deserve to look and feel your best. Plus, physical training helps your mind, improves your ability to handle stress and floods your body with endorphins.  
Don’t let them dictate your life any longer.

You’ve honored your country with your service, you’ve done your duty and you’ve served with dignity and pride.
Now it’s time to take EVERYTHING you’ve learned and become the best YOU can be.

Don’t let PTSD define you. m Don’t let those you blame keep you down.  

Show them that you are worthy and capable of being successful both on the battle field and in life. Join me and other warriors committed to taking back control. 

Choose your option below.
Remember, you’re fully protected by my 100% FULL Money Back Guarantee.

Join me and your other brothers and sisters and let’s get you moving in the right direction.

Go through the materials, join the group, attend the webinars and commit to the exercise and nutrition program.

If you don’t feel like your life is BACK ON TRACK.
If you don’t feel like you finally have a handle on your PTSD.
If you don’t feel like you are moving in a POSITIVE direction.

Just let me know and I’ll promptly refund your money… I’m doing this for one reason and one reason only.

I want you to succeed.
I want to repay you for your service and I want you to become all you can be.

You’ve made the ultimate sacrifice. You looked the devil in the eye and you lived to tell about it. Now it’s time for you to claim your reward and that reward is a happy, productive and purpose driven life.

A life you can be proud of.
And a life you can share with your friends, family and loved ones.

Join me RIGHT NOW.

I’ll see you on the inside warrior

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