Living with PTSD

We’re not looking to create a scene, this is the daily routine that we live from day to day.

Just tryin’ to hid what’s deep inside, from coming back alive; please allow me to convey.

You see us sitting in the corner at a restaurant, at church or in the mall.

We are quiet, kinda private, as we stand with our back to the wall.


Sometimes our hat tells of a place, that we escaped; like a story from a history book,

White beaches and green jungles to deserts and hot pavement, oh the tasks we undertook.

The memories playing in our mind replay a time when the sounds and the smell,

Remind us the friends that didn’t come home, a page from the book to tell.


We scan the crowd we ain’t too proud and man the little things we see.

From joy to pain and even some insane, hard to explain I think you’ll agree.

Perhaps we look at others scared to discover what’s far down in our soul,

That the battle we are fighting everyday is the fight to keep in control.


When a baby cries, someone yells surprise we can’t disguise the pain this can cause.

The sweep of a broom, or a crowded room these all consume our mind as we pause.

Like old film that is fading sometimes degrading locked in our mind without degree,

Just another day in the life of a someone… living with PTSD…


USAF – Air Transportation

My Career Field in the United States Air Force was 605 – Air Transportation. This field offered just about everything to do with the servicing of an aircraft to achieve a mission.

The Parable of the Dirty Dishes

When it comes to chores, I think that no chore is more despised by kids than that of washing dishes. I know even myself growing up there was always that sigh after dinner; to know that while everyone else was doing the things that they wanted to do, I was going to get the pleasure of washing the dishes.

This was made more real to me as I have raised 3 kids to adulthood (and one still to get there) seeing their frustration, whining, complaining and in some cases; outright disobedience over washing the dishes.

However, of all the chores that a child might do, perhaps washing dishes is the one that teaches us to most about life, goals and accomplishment.

In Proper Military Fashion

My father was Career Military. With 39 years active service spanning across Air Force, Army, Special Operations, CIA and more… hr was a stickler for the details. In everything, there was a touch of perfection needed to be approved; with EVERYTHING to be done in proper military fashion. You really haven’t lived until you have been thoroughly chewed out my a Combat Veteran for spots on dishes. However, for me it wasn’t the tone; it was the message: we need to be detail oriented in all the things we do. I still hear the messages ring like: There is only one level of clean, the only difference between the floor and my plate is how much food I can fit (meaning both need to be cleaned the same way)

We see this detail mindset from God in the very example of His Old testament Tabernacle. Every detail from the size, the curtains, the materials used, yes even down to the dishes used; we note how He is a God of details when it comes to the way that He wanted things to be.

Clean Inside and Out

I recall one time I observed my brother washing dishes. He was in a hurry and was only washing the outside of the glasses. Sure the soapy water was at least going into the glasses, but that wasn’t “washing them”. It didn’t take very long before the error of his ways to be revealed. It just took a coffee cup that just rinsing wasn’t going to get clean to get the flag raised on what was done. However, this time it wasn’t my father… it was Mom.

Can I get an AMEN from those who would say angering your father was bad, but getting Mom upset; was like the end of the world kinda bad?

Mom told us (Yes, I got the lecture too) that if the cup wasn’t clean inside and out, it’s not clean! Taking a shower doesn’t clean what is inside, she said. To be truly clean you need to clean the inside and out.

Jesus said something like this when He was making an example of the Pharisees:

Matthew 23:25 Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within they are full of extortion and excess.
26 Thou blind Pharisee, cleanse first that which is within the cup and platter, that the outside of them may be clean also.

The Job Isn’t Done Until It’s Done Right!

My parents had more sayings than a politician has excuses. Maybe it was a Kentucky thing because Grandma Adler had quite a few too. The one my father liked the most I think was: “How come there is never enough time to do it right, but there always seems to be enough time to do it over?”

While he said it a lot to our shame, the saying was sound. Whether doing dishes, taking out the trash, school work or, well, whatever we do; we should take the time to do it right.

This mindset lead to my life verse:

Ecclesiastes 9:10 Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.

Maybe my family’s sayings we’re just out of the Bible… the Brewer Family Version.

Not My will, but thine

Another important lesson learned from washing dishes is that the standard I needed to achieve was not my own. Meaning simply I didn’t decide when the job was done, or done right; but rather the one I was performing the task for. Naturally this life lesson leads to the attitude for employer/ employee relations, parenthood and even ministry; but most notable is in the Military.

We see this reflected here:

Colossians 3:22 Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh; not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but in singleness of heart, fearing God:

23 And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;

The Parable of the Dirty Dishes

Perhaps the moment that sticks out most in my mind is when I was washing the dishes as a youth. As I was standing there at the sink alone with only the light above the sink on; I was having a little pity party. Slamming the plates, clanging the pots; I just didn’t feel it was fair that I always had to do the dishes.

My Mom came in and listened for a moment and then ask: “What is on that plate you are washing?” Dirt Mom, I rasped back. “More specific?” She ask in a soft tone that only a Mother knows how to give. “Dinner?” I queried. “Yes, dinner. Many tonight didn’t have dinner, didn’t have a home to have dinner in or a family to have dinner with. The fact that you get to wash dishes tonight means that you had dinner, in a home with parents; that worked very hard to provide for you and your brother.”

I have never washed a dish in the last 40+ years without remembering that soft tone, the care in her voice; or the parable of the dirty dishes.


The Importance of Chores

It’s no secret in this day and time that young people today lack many of the “work hard” traits that we reflect on as a core principle. Finding a young person that exhibits a work ethic is literally a diamond in the rough. As a Veteran, business owner and parent; I would like to take this article to reflect on some core values and more specifically: the importance of chores.

Setting the Ensample

Do as I say, not as I do. For years I have heard this expression and disliked it. It might sound good when you’re talking to a six-year-old child; but, in reality it avoids our personal responsibility to teach our children based upon our words AND our actions. Often times a young person’s solid work ethic comes from watching the work ethic of their parents. By showing them what hard work looks like our children will see hard work as “normal” rather than the exception.

The biblical term that best describes this is called the ensample. The difference between an example and ensample is this:

  • An example is telling them how to do something
  • An ensample is showing them how to do something

By setting the ensample for our children we can help produce in them a strong work ethic that will lay the foundation of success for many years to come.

Everybody Hates Chores (but everybody needs chores)

Household chores are simply a way to help children become acclimated with work. However, if used properly; chores can also teach children responsibility and accountability. Simply doing chores to get them done, without accountability, is just a way to get free labor; we should rather use chores as a teaching tool. Just as an employer (or Sergeant) would challenge their employees or subordinates to complete the task as stated, chores should be handled with the same responsibility and accountability.

As stated: Completing a task the way that you or told or shown how to do. Not how you think or perceive the task should be completed.


If the chore is to take out the trash, was it done exactly as stated? Was it taken out on time? Did the trashcan get cleaned? Did a new trash bag get placed in the trashcan? By following through and making sure that the chore was completed as stated you identified to the child your expectation. By holding the child accountable for the proper completion of the chore you help teach them the same accountability that they should have when working for an employer or later on… for their customer!

Holding the child accountable for the completion of the task to be done exactly as stated requires as much work for the parent as it does for the child. The child should know that our most important goal is that they learn how to complete a task as stated. (Not how they think it should be done). If we, as parents, do not check that the task was completed as stated (to our complete satisfaction) we show them that they can get away with slacking on the task; thus identifying our work ethic towards their learning. Remember we should never consider chores as free labor, it should always be utilized as an opportunity to teach a solid work ethic.

A Real World Example

In the USAF, I experienced the end results of airmen; that were not taught the fundamentals of completing tasks. I recall one time where I spoke with my old TI – Technical Instructor (after he PCS’d to Pope AFB) He expressed his frustration on how had to teach young people, that had graduated high school; how to properly wash their hands, keep their areas straight, how to speak to others with respect and how to properly perform a task, completely, as stated. Basically, he was frustrated because he had to become their parent rather than their Sergeant.

Those young people that were taught a solid work ethic, generally found themselves in a leadership position inside the first few weeks of basic training or technical training school.

A Final Thought

This article was not meant to point out the problems with anyone’s parenting abilities. Nor was it meant to identify that somehow my capabilities to parent were better than anyone else’s. However, I think we all can agree that there has been a decline of a strong work ethic in our young people. As a Veteran, business owner and parent, I am always evaluating my role and willingness to share the lessons that I have learned. If there’s ever room to improve, I want my children to seek those improvements; to go further, be better and achieve higher levels of success. I also know that in order for them to go beyond my means they will need a foundation that is as strong as that will to achieve.

The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

written by the Honorable Kentucky Colonel Rick Brewer (SGT. USAF)

The tomb of the unknown soldier is not unknown to me,
He had a wife, a child, oh yes; a fine family.
He chose to serve his county; the land of the free and brave,
Not knowing that in the process; it would be his own soul to save.

There was orders to follow; work to be done,
Sometimes the chore; sometimes some fun.
Though all the seasons bore down hard on him,
He would bare the snow and the sun; again and again.

They would give his missions some fine names: Endeavor, Storm, Revive
Each one seemed harder than before, but he did them all with pride.
All the while he did not know that the weapons of a government trade,
Were slowly, silently, causing his body to degrade.

As the poison of those many weapons was coursing through his veins,
He pressed on through the mission, smiling, through all his body’s pain.
His wife could see behind the smile; not knowing how it would end,
Seeing now there was a new silent war; one he might not win.

The government he served so bravely; fought him many a year,
Using words like: classified, top secret, security; seeking to create fear.
The media calls him forgotten, misplaced; he just cries “I’m here”
But now just a page in a history book, on a shelf, in the rear.

The tomb of the unknown soldier is not unknown you see,
For as I strive to live each day, I know that tomb’s reserved for me.
So what do you write on the stone of a man whose life he gave?
He chose to serve his county; the land of the free and brave…


A Flag Tattered and Worn

written by the Honorable Kentucky Colonel Rick Brewer (SGT. USAF)

A nice young man came walkin’ by
He asked, “Why do you fly that flag so high?
Those stars and stripes are tattered and worn
and a new flag would be better adorned…”

I answered back with a smile in place
gleaming through the scars deep on my face.
Why that flag was Grandpa’s, I begun,
He raised and lowered it with the daily sun.

Till he got the call to go to war,
to serve his country on a foreign shore.
You see Grandma refused to let it down
waiting for the day he was safe and sound.

So through the sun, rain and wind it blew,
She said cause that’s what Pappy’s going through.
No one was taking him in each night
as he braved the elements in his long fight.

Till one sunny day the corner he round,
Grandpa was home safe and sound.
The next day the flag in the sky did soar
then he brought it in at night as he did before.

For just a few years the flag waved proud
as Grandpa told his stories to the stirring crowd.
No one was more proud than Grandma, no not one
Till the next foreign war called their son.

You see now why this flag is tattered and worn
Grand Fathers, Fathers and Sons now have born,
the responsibility of keeping you free
which is why you see these scars on me.

It didn’t matter what type of harshness it was;
a beach, a jungle, a desert because
this flag has flown while we were gone
and our wives this tradition have carried on.

For three generations this flag has flown
through the rain and snow, wind and sun
Across the world for this country we roamed
This flag meant welcome home son, welcome home.

Written on behalf of My Grandfather, Kenneth Adler (Korea) & My Father, Kenneth Brewer (Vietnam). Their flag, handed down to me, was flown while I was deployed during Desert Storm and given to me upon Grandpa’s passing.

Uniform Recreation

I was challenged at church by some Veterans to wear my dress uniform this past veterans day (2020), so began a month long search. I only had my ribbons and a few loose pieces that made it from my time in the Air Force, the rest didn’t make coming home from Germany where most of my household goods were “lost”. I only had a few pictures that my wife’s grandmother kept to even remember how the uniform looked.

The Challenge

The first challenge was knowing that the Air Force was in the process of changing over the uniform toward the last 1990’s into 2000. We were going from the “bus driver” look to the “airline pilot” look, which started some controversy that I will go into later in this article. I was determined to get the look as close to how I had it, with any AF regs of the time; along with any base uniform “liberties” that were promoted at the time.


Jacket, Pants, Shirt, Pants Belt and Hat = Ebay. Had to search for a bit to find a uniform that fit me (not as small as i once was) and was not faded. (Blue Air force Uniforms turn purple when exposed to too much sunlight.

The “ropes” or Aiguillette took me weeks going through websites and images to find the same one Pope AFB used at that time.

White Belt, rank patches – Marlow

Item Number: 60-050-mw60050style2-!60-050-0-0-00-000-2100

Honor Guard Metal Pin – 2 different orders on ebay. The first was faded.

White Beret – Don’t ask me why Gen. Floys wanted white… but we wore white and became known as the Q-Tip Brigade.

Flying Tigers Patch for Ascot

Bus Driver Hat

TAW Pin for Beret and right pocket

M1 Garand replica (can’t afford the firing one) But this thing is so accurate.



Shoes – As I can’t wear anything anymore but sneakers… I didn’t bother to buy Patton leather shoes. (Sorry for all the uniform police out there)





Better Ingredients, Better… (Hint: not pizza)

I often get ask the obvious question… “How did you build it?” I wish there was a simple answer, but there’s not. My wheelchair has been built, rebuilt and rebuilt again; each time learning and improving. Each component has been replaced at least once with trial and error being the guide. I will, I suspect, need to strip and do a full rebuild one day because of my base materials, which I will address in this article.

Do You Say… Wood?!?

Yes. I used pine and poplar strips from Lowes for the majority of the build. This gave me a lightweight and flexible structure in order to house the components. Later I added to it by creating the large sides of the chair. I used what I knew I could work with, I suppose a metal frame would have lasted longer; but I don’t know how to weld or have tools to work with metal, maybe one day.


Plexiglass has been a primary material for the same reason, I can work with it. I never really liked the look of painted wood. Painted plexiglass gives me a really glossy look that many have commented however, the trade off is it’s not a structural material. Plexiglass can crack, like glass unless you get the really expensive stuff. It also makes a good base for adding the vinyl wrap stickers.


I have used wire from just about everywhere: old wired from broken machines, house wiring, 12 volt wiring, speaker wires… what I had here and there. For whatever reason the wire you get from China off Amazon is really cheap, so beware. The shielding is soft and the copper you can practically pull apart with your hands… cheap, cheap, cheap. For most projects this would probably be ok, but when you are constantly plugging and unplugging, moving components and retracing wires; they are brittle and break.


Get the best materials you can afford. As I started this as a silly hobby I never expected that this would turn into what it had. I constantly find myself upgrading parts that I went cheap on that if I would have built this with the end result in mind; would have spent more the first time to get better parts and less maintenance. I have sat in front of Disney World, Busch gardens and even Lowes Speedway making aggravating repairs because of a cheap switch or connector broke. Look around and get the better parts to make sure that your build will be less problematic and more enjoyable.

Palm Phone – A Disabled Vet’s Best Friend

Not too long ago I started looking into devices that would “extend the leash” of mobility for myself. I looked at several alert pendants, bracelets and such; all with their features and prices. The problem is they always either alerted the EMS or an expensive call center, none of them gave enough info for someone to assist me if a public episode came on.

Then I came across the Palm Companion Device from Verizon. With this phone I was able to add popular apps that made for greater visibility for those who might overreact if they came across a Veteran with nerve damage such as mine.


  • Small and light so I can wear this around my neck.
  • It can work independently from a main phone.
  • Offers apps and phone functionality
  • Works with my Bose hearing aides.


  • Battery Life is low, but as an emergency use I got 2 days between charges.

Here’s is what I did to make this phone become the perfect medical alert companion:

1. Got the device through Verizon, added to my plan for $10 a month extra (WAY cheaper that alert devices)

2. Got a clear case so I could add emergency info on the cover of the phone (see image) CLICK HERE FOR CASE

3. Added 2 apps:

a. SOS app – This allowed me to call my specified contacts with an emergency text with a GPS location – Click Here

b. A medical info alert App – This allows a good descriptions of conditions, allergies and more – Click Here


I went to the dentist recently to have a broken tooth extracted however, during the procedure the infected nerve hurt so badly that it triggered an episode. Because of the Palm Alert Phone it was able to educate the staff on how to react in the event of an episode. Additionally, the Paramedics were also informed from the info contained on the apps on proper response treatment. My wife was notified and I was able to get home without an expensive and unnecessary trip to the hospital.

The Right Chassis

Perhaps the greatest challenge you are going to have is answering the question: “Where do I put my accessories?” Some wheelchairs like the Hoveround and Go-Go chassis, there is an ample amount of room between the seat and the chassis; however some others have no room at all to add batteries, wiring or extras. So the chair itself can often dictate what you can do.

Looking for Room

For Example, The Jazzy ES or Elite series use a 4 point mount for the seat. This allows the seat to be vertically adjustable, depending on the model. However, because of this low center mount configuration, adding something under the seat… not so much. In these cases you need to look to mount a seat back system that will at least give you a power source and space for wiring and some lights.

Now Compare that to the area under the seat for these models:

The Next Option

Thinking outside the box Can help you get YOUR chair customized without needing to upgrade. Most small power wheelchairs and scooters have a place to put a basket, oxygen tank or other accessories. This is nearly a universal size and looks and works like a Reese style hitch. Now the Clever person would just use the basket as the frame, adding sides and top; then adding your batteries and wiring.