My Best Friend, My Guardian, My Lifesaver
February 24, 2011 – October 10, 2025

Every veteran has a moment when the war comes home. For some of us, it’s not a sound or a smell — it’s silence. It’s the stillness after the noise, when no one is calling your name, and the only thing louder than the quiet is your own mind.

When I came home from Afghanistan, I thought the fight was over. But the truth is, coming home was its own kind of battlefield — one I wasn’t prepared for. I was angry, lost, drinking too much, and burying friends faster than I could process the grief. I didn’t have a plan to keep going, and most days, I didn’t want one.
Then a little dog named Ginger walked into my life.

She didn’t come with rank or training or medals. She didn’t understand PTSD or the memories that haunted me. She just knew when I was ready to give up. And in those moments, she’d put her head in my lap, look up at me, and silently tell me not to.

That’s how simple it was — and how powerful.

This chapter isn’t just about a dog. It’s about how love, loyalty, and quiet persistence can save a life when nothing else can. It’s about how the smallest heartbeat in the room can drown out the loudest ghosts in your mind.

Ginger carried me through the darkest parts of my story so that I could still be here to tell it. This is her story — and mine.

Happy 35th Birthday Elizabeth Little! I don’t know how you’ve put up with me for the last 5,722 days, but you have and I am so great full!

Dates are important, and so is history, so here is a timeline to showcase our never ending love:

I've always been fascinated with the thought of telling stories, as a child, they may have been very exaggerated, but as I grew into adulthood, it was the ability to tell my story, that I always found to be difficult.  Telling about my military experience and hardships, may seem to come off my tongue easy, but honestly it's quite difficult, no matter how many time I do it. ​