Welcome to Post Traumatic Stress In Order (PTSIO). Hello, my name is Asha
Hawkins. I was born in 2002 to Staff Sergeant Ron (Hawk) Hawkins and Sarah (Rajiv-Tamarov) Hawkins. I must begin by telling you that I am the fictional creation of an author and am not a real person. However, I think you will find me quite intriguing even though I am only fifteen.
You see, my father was sent to Afghanistan with his Special Forces team from Fort Campbell, Kentucky not long after terrorists flew commercial aircraft into the New York Trade Center buildings and the Pentagon in Washington D.C. He was part of a team that was sent to extract the Al Qaeda terrorist network and Taliban government who harbored them.
It was there during this period he met my mother, Sarah. Dr. Mohammed Rajiv took her under his loving care after her mother was shot and killed in crossfire between the Soviets and Mujahedeen. He raised her for twenty years, teaching her many skills under his tutelage, which included multiple languages and medical nursing.
This is how my parents met. When wounded Northern Alliance forces came into the clinic in Dehi, my dad brought medical supplies from his team to assist with treating the casualties. Well, my mother was there also doing the same thing. Because they had been seen speaking to each other, my mom was scheduled for a public execution by the Taliban. I know–Craazzy! Right?
Word of this execution got to my dad who was back with his team. Pleading with his commander, he and another soldier, Staff Sergeant Chris Short, along with her uncle, Abdul Mohaqeq and some of his men went to rescue my mom. During the rescue, there was a “firefight” causing a lot of confusion and separation of the rescue team. As fate would have it, my mom and dad escaped together to a secret hideout in the harsh Hindu Kush Mountains.
After spending a few nights in a cave hideout that my mom knew about, my Christian father and my Muslim mother fell in love. I am very happy they did…for obvious reasons.
I mentioned that my grandmother was killed in one of those “firefights” but what I did not tell you was my paternal grandfather was also killed in battle. He was in the U.S. Army Delta Force and was shot during a 1993 battle in eastern Africa. My dad does not like to talk about it even to this day but he does bring all of us to my grandfather’s gravesite to honor him every year. I wish I would have known him.
Oh, who is all of us? I have two brothers, Caleb who is thirteen and Seth who is eleven. Anyway, back to the story. Although mom and dad fell in love, they both had to escape past the Al-Qaeda and Taliban forces hunting them down and unite with his team. Here is where I will stop for now because if you want to know the details, you should read their story yourself. Trust me, it is good! Oh, the book is called, “Love in the House of War.” Please check it out for yourself: https://books.pronoun.com/the-prince-the-princess/
Yes, that’s my mom and dad on the cover! Cool, huh? I think so anyway. Hee hee, ha ha.
Being an “Army Brat” I am a strong advocate for “my creative author’s” Post Traumatic Stress In Order (PTSIO) campaign. He has launched a website for all Veterans, especially those who have been diagnosed with PTSD (I hate that “D” word) and their family members to express themselves through the arts and literature. He, Scott A Meehan, wants to replace that dreaded “D” word with “IO” because he believes that those who have Post Traumatic Stress, like himself, should not carry around the stigma of being associated with a “Disorder.”
I can see his point. Afterall, this guy served twenty-five years in the Army, received a Bronze Star for actions in Iraq, provided information that led to the capture of Saddam Hussein, and retired as a Major. In addition, he has a Master of Arts degree in Computer Resources & Information Management and a MBA in Business Administration, and he is the Lead Business Instructor at City College in Orlando, Florida.
Oh, I do not want to forget. He has been married to his wife (they met in the Amazon jungle—really) for thirty-six years and they have two grown kids and four grandchildren. That does not sound like anyone with a disorder to me, does it to you? Hee hee, ha ha. Hey, I’m fifteen and can laugh however I want to, you know?
One last thing—no two, sorry. The first is Major (Ret.) Meehan wants to push free education for all Veterans who were deployed overseas during all campaigns, along with their designated family member. No, unlike all the GI Bills and other benefits, this would come from legislators in the House and Senate to pass a Bill enabling this free education without any stipulations or limitations. More to come.
The second is really cool–a contest! Although I am mentioned briefly at the end of the first book, “Love in the House of War,” it isn’t until the sequel, “The Hawkins: Army of One” set twelve years later, when I was twelve years old obviously, is when I become one of the main characters. In this book, I meet my adopted sister, Miriam for the first time. That’s another story I will talk about later. Anyway, my author, the Major, is looking for aspiring writers, especially military brats—but can be anybody, to write a story filling the gap for the time beginning with my birth until his sequel, “The Hawkins: Army of One.” Oh, and don’t forget to include my two brothers. Here is the link for that book:/
Yep, my dad! Cool, right? Hee hee, ha ha.
Signing off for now!