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Ex Military Vets - True Stories

The effects of war, three true stories told by our soldiers.

By Rachel WarrenPublished 5 years ago 5 min read
Top Story - May 2019
Rachel Warren working with war hero Fergus Kenny.

I have been working with ex military vets who have kindly shared their horrific war stories with me. As Soldiers... We soldier on. This was a repeated phrase used by many of our heroes. I have been connecting with soldiers and turning their stories into monologues working with a company called Iconic enterprise. With the stories, I have written them into performance pieces for our event to bring awareness to these outstanding people. I have shared three of my monologues below to help bring awareness of the pain and suffering our soldiers are put through, many suffering from PTSD.

Below is the monologue I performed on stage. There was not a dry eye in the audience. I felt honoured to tell Fergus's story and to meet him and his dog Kia in person. Truly honoured.

It's estimated that 35% of men and women who have spent time in war zones experience Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Fergus is just one of them.

Fergus, so young... seeing things that civi's will never understand.

The Breakfast Club

Monologue written by Rachel Warren. Soldier wishes to stay anomalous

The day you join the military you meet some big hairy assed sergeant who scares the shit out of you. He’s a pig, he makes you believe you don’t count for anything—“you don’t have a mother... I’m your mother now,” he says. On day one you are told that you don’t need any help—“I’ll tell you how to survive, alone.”

We now only have each other, an unbreakable bond united by a force, an indescribable unbreakable bond between men. Don’t go sick, it's a sign of weakness, we cannot be seen to be weak, you’ll be eaten alive by the rest of the crowd. Just like wild animals, we are wild humans. We are forces not Civi’s. Once a soldier, always a soldier—we are joined as brothers from all over the world.

At our breakfast club we reunite as our tribe. A get together of ex forces. We are back home. We sip on our brew and eat bacon sandwiches telling our bullshit stories and times in the army... No one else connects the way we do together. Stories shared... We were in a minefield, another piercing explosion filled the silent desert… My mate called out to me “I’ve lost me leg,” in which I replied, “No, you haven’t mate, it's over there.”

In Afghan, one of our soldiers was helping to clean the bombing destruction. A guy came over with a wheelbarrow covered with a bit of mould carpet... The man weakly said, “Can you help me bury my family?" He peeled back manky carpet to reveal the burnt limbs of what was left of his wife and children... parts of shredded burnt limbs piled up in the barrow; the only thing that looked recognisable was a small toasted chips with a candle still on… You can get rid of that vision. Ever.

This geezer comes out of the army, seen his mates killed, blood and guts sprawled in the desert, fought in only a way animals do to survive... He’s as thick as shit… out of the army we are expected to fit back into society… there's no chance... I can't handle this—I can survive on my own. Get me a rucksack and a sleeping bag… On the street—it's so much more appealing. This is what we know. All soldiers could be rehomed but we don’t want to be.

So our meet ups at The Breakfast Club is our comfort, going back to our tribe, a place where we can come get a brew and chat bollocks. We can be loud, but don’t ASK us to shut up... TELL us... we are programmed to take orders and not make decisions. You can come home for 1000 nights, but nothing beats going to the breakfast club. We get to go back to where we belong. It’s not just a club.. it's a family.

Scream for me, Sarajevo!

Inspired by our war hero Trevor Gibson. References made from Bruce Dickinson from Iron Maiden. Written by Rachel Warren

The scale of the war was pretty jaw dropping as Iron Maiden predominantly Bruce Dickinson... naively accepted the invite to play in concert in Sarajevo during the war. He thought to himself, “Why not, it's not like we will go into a proper war...” But it was more than just a proper war... it was a PROPER war! They did the impossible by putting on a concert in a city under siege. Frankly there was a significant risk that the band members would be shot whilst singing their hearts out from the front line... Bullets flying, mothers and their children ducking and running to any kind of cover, dust spreading through the air as bombs were set off... it was harrowing, the roads were dark and dusty so devastatingly neglected it's shocking to think that these poor civilians were living there.

A soldier began to describe to us, “You see that brown line just above the hill..? I could see very clearly what he was pointing at... It was so close to us.

“That's the Serbian frontline... they are watching us now as we are watching them... but the difference is, they are watching us through sniper sights...” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, the fear of death, the fear of the unknown.

As we were driving along the road… a guy jumps into the middle of the road and points a AK47 at us. “Right, well this is worse than we thought.” It was astonishing, seeing the kids scurrying like rats from one building to another to the sound of gun fire opening. People were getting massacred and genocide was going on, ethnic cleansing... but there was nothing I could do... absolutely nothing. Sarajevo was a city under siege, a siege that saw the indiscriminate murder, systematically of men, women, and children by its own occupants.

I remember coming back to the UK and sitting on a train just watching people... It got me so angry… I felt like saying to them, “Why don’t you just stop and listen to yourself, they were complaining about trivial bullshit, in-comparison to where I had just come from this morning. People don’t have any food to eat, they don’t have power, they might get shot at any moment… This feeling softens over time but it was a real sense of dislocation... it's just the reality of how awful people can be to other people... Bruce tells us, when I was there, I met lots of children. The older kids were looking after the little ones... I went in to show them some music, we started off by warming up and the drummer stepped in as the children had never seen a guitar before... so we needed to go back to basics, he clapped his hands together. Clap three times) to which we were surprised as the kids recognised this sound! Their little eyes lit up and looked excited... They imitated and clapped three time fast even faster (clap 3 times fast) but instead of sitting there waiting for the next instruction, they all fell on the floor pretending to be dead… As they lay there—it was frightening to see them looking so good at playing dead… This was their reality. It was horrifying, something as innocent as clapping to music... was instantly turned onto the sound of gunfire... and that's the world these poor kids were growing up into.

Iron Maiden survived the war zone and sung from the bottom of their hearts... "Scream for Me Sarajevo" echoed through the night air. This was a concert that no-one believed would ever happen. It was a moment of pure enlightenment allowing the people to fill their bodies with hope, allowing the people to escape the terror which lingered just meters away...

A clip which inspired me on so many levels. Extremely powerful footage.

Rachel Warren.


About the Creator

Rachel Warren

Rachel Warren, TV and Film Actor who has a passion for helping others. Her work can be seen on Amazon, Netflix and Sky. She also works with Charities to help bring awareness to people suffering from social issues. Country girl who loves dogs!

IG @rachelwarrenactress

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  • John Cox5 months ago

    Thank you, Rachel for giving voice to the plight and isolation of combat veterans and their stories, and for expressing the horror experienced by people in war-torn lands. These are truly, heartbreaking stories. Its incomprehensible to me that I'm the first to comment on them.

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