Ken Jones has several chapters in his life that relate to his military tour of service. He suffered battle wounds and PTSD.

Now, from a healthy place, and a giving heart, he wants to help fellow, contemporary, vets return Stateside. He offers two free ebooks to anyone interested in the combat experience and in PTSD, "Life After Combat" and "When Our Troops Come Home"

Listed below is a stream of consciousness set of posts that he did recently on Twitter on August 24-25, 2010.

August 24-25 2010

This is a conversation I had with Ken which began with my asking a question, then led to another compelling personal account by a candid and thoughtful person.

Bill: @akvet, what do you think about this notion: The Fog of War can hide the Dogs of War.

Ken: "The Fog of War can hide the Dogs of War" Interesting. Can you give me a bit more context Bill?

In the heat of battle, people can do things that they would otherwise never do. Maybe overly poetic and not finally useful :)

"cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war" is from Shakespeare


@BillNigh "In the heat of battle, people can do things that they would otherwise never do." I've been thinking about this, Bill.

I'll share a story with you

Jim Bondsteel was my Bro.

Before he was killed in a traffic accident we shared some pretty candid conversations

Jim did four tours in Viet Nam. Early on he was just a young grunt like the rest of us.

When Jim became a sergeant, he also became a squad leader. When that happened he was moved to take over a different squad.

The thinking is that as an NCO you need to be able direct people and personal friendships may hamper that ability.

Of course Jim was bonded to his brothers in his original squad.

And the code is always there: "Take care of your people at any price, including your own life".

Not long after this took place his unit was in the bush and got ambushed.

The squad walking point was the squad he had been part of - his Bros

The short version is that this ambush was what is generally charaterized in the vernacular as a "Class A S#*t Storm."

The lead elements had been hit hard. Jim's Bros were down and not moving.

Jim's squad was toward the rear of the formation. The fire Charlie was putting out was heavy and continuous.

Whatever leadership was left in the front was dead, wounded, or pinned down.

That's the point at which Jim said "Follow me!" and began to assault Charlie. Jim got to his Bros.

Some were already dead. Others they got onto Dustoffs. Along the way Jim's assault broke Charlie's ambush.

We talked about that day in some detail. Jim was awarded the Silver Star for what he did that day.

As we talked about what happened Jim went into the 1,000 yard stare where grunts go when they are reliving something.

I waited. When he came back to the present Jim looked at me. "I didn't want a Silver Star. I wanted to get to my people. That's all."

Jim killed a number of people that day. The "dogs of war?" Truly.

When the animal within is turned loose rabid dogs pale in comparison.

There is no high higher than a killing high. Later we call it Valor.

I miss Jim a lot.