By Shawn Havens — The Arrogant Independent
After November 11, everything changed.
I returned from Ramadi thinking the battle was over — but the real fight was waiting for me back in Georgia.
I went to the VA for help and walked into bias, gossip, and judgment instead of care. I told the truth, but people twisted it. That disbelief opened the door to something darker.
Then the harassment began.
In Columbus.
In LaGrange.
At work.
At church.
Online.
In person.
It felt organized.
It felt targeted.
It felt like a siege.
There were days I almost became one of the 22 — because the pressure wasn’t just emotional, it was environmental. It followed me everywhere.
Which brings me to this slide.
My home office was torn apart:
Papers scattered.
Baby toy tipped over.
Laptop glowing like someone had just used it.
And a hallway light shining where no one should’ve been.
No people — just the aftermath.
This was the moment I realized:
I wasn’t just fighting stress.
I wasn’t just fighting PTSD.
I was fighting invasion.
A father trying to keep his family together… while someone else tried to break him.
More coming soon.
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STORYBOARD PART III — “When the War Followed Me Home”“The Father in the Crosshairs of Chaos”
