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		<title>Tough Guy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am the first son of a Korean vet. My dad always told us he was a clerk at &#8220;Headquarters&#8221; and never saw combat. After he drank himself to death, I learned that wasn&#8217;t true. My uncle told me he had been a ground pounder on the front lines. They had slept in 3 man [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Army Brat</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The first 17 years of my life were lived as a member of the Army “family” – a fact that I have spent much of my adult life trying to hide and disclaim.  I was born in 1963 and my first continuous childhood memories are of my father being in Viet Nam.  My mother was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blog.veteransheartgeorgia.org/2010/05/army-brat/</link>
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		<title>the daughter of a WWII veteran</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the ten years since I discovered photographs my father took during his time in the European Theatre of WWII, I have been on a mission to understand how his service shaped my childhood. The ice cold, deafening silence about traumas I suffered as a very young child had created deep depression, negativity, and melancholy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blog.veteransheartgeorgia.org/2010/04/the-daughter-of-a-wwii-veteran/</link>
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		<title>Just a thought</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Something has been very interesting to me over the last several years &#38; that is how the effects of PTSD seem to be generational. I realize that there are several articles and a few studies studying this phenomena, but when it hits home that is what makes it interesting to me. I suppose that returning [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blog.veteransheartgeorgia.org/2010/04/just-a-thought/</link>
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		<title>War Baby</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was a war baby. My father enlisted shortly after Pearl Harbor, as did all of his friends and family.  My parents were married in May of 1942, a small home wedding, with my father in his uniform, my mother in a blue suit. I was conceived about 18 months later, probably in Cambridge, MA, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blog.veteransheartgeorgia.org/2010/04/war-baby/</link>
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		<title>The Blog</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;The experience of being in war alters a person&#8217;s way of being in the world. The specific lived story that takes place within each individual [and in each family] then becomes both the tale of trauma and the source of healing.&#8221; -Michael Meade Please join Veterans Heart Georgia, and others everywhere in telling your stories [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blog.veteransheartgeorgia.org/2010/03/the-blog/</link>
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		<title>My Monster</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I don’t really remember my dad before the war. My first memory of him was at the grave of my great aunt. He was really close to her. I must have been 4 years old. I remember him kneeling at her grave crying, and when I stepped on her grave that’s when I saw the [...]]]></description>
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