Brian McKenna


When the going gets tough, the tough get going

“When the going gets tough, the tough get going.” Welcome to my first blog on mental health / OSI/ PTSD / whatever the hell new way I’m supposed to look at what I’m dealing with.  The above statement was said to me by a friend, believe it or not. Still a friend too, yet this moment isn’t forgotten.  I still remember his good will. I remember the fact he’d bought me a beer (only fair after I’d given him a cigar).  I even remember the ole attaboy shoulder tap after he gave me his wisdom that I guess was supposed to help me out that day.  Funny thing was, I was actually having a good day and not thinking at all about the hot day on the dusty road of Kabul where five of my poker mates from my tent lines died in a flaming vehicle exploded by the average…

BLUF Bottom Line Up Front

This is something thats helped me in handling those around me that I want to keep around me.  There’s a difference of course as for most people I come into day to day contact with, I don’t care if they stay around me.  Once I’m done inspecting their hands, then eyes, then checking if they have a backpack or not (yes hyper vigilance is one of my gifts to myself) I file them away into the ‘won’t remember them’ file.  I’m not talking about those people.  I’m talking about the ones around you that you love and they love you back.  And you want them to stay in your life, and they want to stay in yours. But they don’t know what to do and you don’t know how to bring them around to what actually helps. I recommend an old army adage.  The BLUF.  Not the bluffing that…