Chad Rickard was a decorated, multi-tour Iraq War veteran with hundreds of combat missions under his belt. He was a seasoned infantryman with a desire to join the fight in Afghanistan against Taliban and Al Qaeda forces bent on keeping American influence out of the region. In 2008 the opportunity arose to deploy as an infantry advisor to the Afghan Army and he seized the chance. After months of intensive training he embedded with an Afghan Army Infantry Battalion in Khost, Afghanistan. There he began a fierce and deadly nine-month fight against Haqqani Taliban along the Pakistan border of Eastern Afghanistan. His gripping memoir guides you through intense mountain warfare from an austere outpost as well as street to street fighting and hostage situations in downtown Khost City. This skillfully written, award winning memoir, is one you are sure to enjoy as Rickard shares the thrill of victory and the agony of losing men in battle.
Join me on my journey of 1,100 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. “We conversed about the many levels of the hike, from the physical to the mental to the emotional to the spiritual. Layer upon layer of trials and growth. We called ourselves pilgrims, but realized that there really was no destination, no holy monastery, no mecca, no temple at the end waiting for us. The journey itself was our destination and our sanctuary. This was our pilgrimage to nowhere.”
The true coming of age story of Margaret Mead — one of the heroines of the twentieth century — that reveals events and relationships she hid from the world during her lifetime and beyond.
Heroin Addiction-The Lifestyle-The Recovery
I’m not a celebrity or a model. I’m not rich or famous. I’m a hooker, a hustler and a junkie. It’s not like I chose this lifestyle but something inside of me took over my entire being. I became reckless and out of control. I wanted to party and get high. I needed excitement. I thrived on it. I wanted to fit in somewhere. I wanted to belong and most of all I wanted someone to love me. Little did I know, that what I left behind would be the one thing that I longed for the most. At 18, I left the love and security of my family for a nightmare of drug addiction and crime. Struggling on the streets of Los Angeles and too ashamed to go back home, I submitted to a subculture of misfits that held me captive in more ways than one. Would I ever find my way out out this self-produced nightmare??? Was I destined to live my life in hell??? Only time would tell…