Josh and K-9 Kodi
My name is Josh. I grew up in multiple states (Military Step-Dad), but was mainly born and raised a Minnesotan. True and true Minnesota sports fan (diehard/unfortunate). Graduated high school in Shakopee, and after military service earned a bachelor’s in criminal justice.
After high school I joined the U.S. Army in 2009 as a 12B (Combat Engineer). After basic training I was assigned my unit and immediately started mobilization training for deployment (Route Clearance/IED Hunting). After MOB training I was deployed to Camp Leatherneck, Afghanistan (2010) to conduct route clearance attached to the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Marine Infantry divisions.
I served a year in the Helmand region (RC South), and experienced my first first direct IED explosion to the vehicle I was driving on October 31st, 2010. Over the course of the year in Afghanistan my vehicle as a driver or gunner hit a total of 13 IEDs, firefights, and other encounters with the Taliban. My unit recorded a OEF record over 350 IEDs cleared off the battlefield.
Soon after my to the United States (served 6 years) I experienced many of the symptoms of PTSD, concussion, and re assimilation to society. The VA to me felt very underwhelming, not supportive, and like I was a number. I decided to try and bear the weight and be Army strong, which turned out to be a bad choice. In the last two years I’ve decided after struggling I’d hit my limit emotionally and started claiming disabilities, getting therapy, and admitting I’m human.
I have been fortunate to have been introduced to many caring people including Dr.Don Wood of Inspired performance institute. The neuro science available from Dr.Wood has tremendously helped in my recovery, as well as managing my symptoms with proper care. The last 10 years has been a real struggle day to day managing my feelings, emotions, depression, anxiety, and PTSD.
While it is very early in my recovery and progression of healing my traumas I feel Soldiers 6 has been a blessing for getting me a battle buddy to attack my weaknesses. My amazing girlfriend Amber worked with Dana and introduced me to Ed recently, and we were awarded Kodi. I feel so grateful, hopeful, and an enormous debt to Soldiers 6 for helping in my PTSD recovery.
Adam and K-9 Breezer
My name is Adam Potter and I live in Hastings Minnesota. I grew up on a farm near Danube, Minnesota. I graduated from Renville County West high school in 2002. After graduation, I attended Army infantry basic training in Fort Benning, Georgia. After basic, I was assigned to Schofield Barracks, Hawaii and Bravo Company 2-35 Infantry. During my 5 1/2 years in the Army, I was deployed to Afghanistan and Iraq. I initially was supposed to serve 4 years but was affected by the stop loss policy the Army had and sent to Kirkuk, Iraq.
During my time deployed, I conducted hundreds of patrols, raids, and other missions, I have seen many disturbing things that off and go along with war. However, it wasn’t until Iraq and some events that happened there that I really changed and started having issues. I had witnessed friends dying due to car bombs and IED’s, and lost my best friend, Derek Roberts, to a land mine. I also lost another friend, Derek Dobogai to a helicopter crash. That one was a tough one since my platoon was the first ones on the scene of the crash. I did not know my friend was on it until I was pulling him off the wrecked helicopter and put him in a body bag. The scene there was a mess and something that haunts me to this day.
After returning home from my time in the Army, I found little support and had a lot of trouble re-integrating into society. I found friends and family that I thought I could lean on, would rather leave me alone because they didn’t know how to deal with me or my issues. I was so angry that I nearly joined the army again, with the hopes of being sent to a war zone and being killed. I never wanted to take my own life, but wanted to die as some of my brothers had, with honor. It was becoming clear to me that there was no place in normal society for me and everyone that I thought had cared about me, had moved on. It was about this time that I met my future wife, Lindsey. Things began to change for the better.
After I graduated from college with a law enforcement degree, Lindsey and I were married. We moved to Hastings and we had our first child, Jackson. It was at this time that I worked for the Dakota County Sheriffs Department. My time as a deputy sheriff was a very difficult part of my life, and still hard to talk about. I found that I couldn’t handle pressure and stress like I used to be able to do with no problem. I was having panic attacks so severe that I was sent to the hospital with a possible heart attack. I started hating being a cop because of what I felt like, and felt like a failure to my family. I ended up resigning my position and left the sheriffs department. It was another low for me. I felt like I failed my family and I did not know what would happen to our home. All of the stress took a toll on me and my family.
I currently work for the Union Pacific railroad as a bridge tender. I have been doing this job for about seven years now. It is usually a very low stress job, so that is a big plus for me. I do still struggle a lot with my PTSD. I get irritated very easily, and I struggle with nightmares and flashbacks. I still hate crowds and I tend to shut down around people I am not comfortable with. I am hoping that Breezer will help make these problems less of an issue, and in the long run make me a better person, father and husband.
Briana and K-9 Berrett
I’m Bre. I grew up in CoonRapids/Anoka area. In high school I knew I wanted to help people and started working towards a career in Ems. I became a medic working for a company in rural Minnesota. I did this for 6 years until unfortunate circumstances left me looking for a new career. It was during this time, as a medic, I met My husband, a police officer in the area and we continue to reside in the northern suburbs with our 3 children.
From here, i went back to school, with two young children at home, and became a RN. I continue to work as a nurse today, with children, in the cities. The kids I work with are amazing!
It was in nursing school where I first discovered the walls closing in and panic set in. A call to my husband and he was able to calm me down to finish out my day. Through the years, I’ve noticed at different points, different things can trigger anxiety. I don’t know why or what was the reason it ever started. I do know, that with my husband and Barrett each day is better and bearable. It wa s my twin sister who suggested I check out Soldiers 6 and who pushed me to accept that I too deserve a chance at less anxiety and triggers and I am forever thankful I did. Learning to train and take Barrett’s lead has been an amazing journey, and I can’t wait for what’s next!
Chris and K-9 Leo
Through my life and travels, I have claimed 23 different addresses. Never really slowing down, always on the move!
My family is steeped in military history (Grandfather-Army, Father-Air Force, Uncle-Air Force, Uncle- Air Force KIA, Brother- Career Retired Air Force), and I wanted and needed to continue the path of Service. Right after I graduated high school, I worked all the details and testing with the recruiter. A week later I raised my hand, took our Oath and was on a plane to Basic Training. I served with the 355th Logistics/Trans at Davis Monthan AFB AZ, and shortly thereafter I volunteered for the 4404th Provisional in Dhahran, SA, then back CONUS to Davis Monthan. (1992 to 1996). I was very fortunate in my experiences to work alongside and train with some of the best Brothers and Sisters from Air Force, Army, Marines, and Law Enforcement. I am blessed to still be in contact with some to this day. Through the good times, and the hard times, these are Brothers and Sisters I will never forget. Ever.
I received an Honorable Discharge in 1996, and we decided to move back to Minnesota with my (ex)wife and two children, and a disability rating due to a couple severe service-related injuries. Not too long after, my (ex) wife and I divorced, and they moved back to Arizona, and eventually 8 ½ years overseas. I decided it would be a great idea to go through a mid-life crisis at 28, bought a motorcycle, and self-medicated with excessive drinking to ease the pain. (Hint: It evidentiarily does not). Through many lessons, I eventually righted the ship, I met my (now) wife and got back on track with life.
I have worked for the same company in Commercial Finance for the last 22 years, and have enjoyed my career. I am an avid outdoorsman (it’s how I keep somewhat of a resemblance of sanity) with hunting and fishing, enjoy shooting competitively (handgun, rifle, shotgun), and am a certified training instructor and safety officer in multiple capacities. I enjoy the teaching, and it all leads back to my Drill Instructor. I asked him “Why are you a DI, if you are a Master Sergeant?” His response was “I didn’t like the way the men were trained coming out of Basic Training. So, I figured the best place I could make a change, was at the beginning.”. Those words have been with me ever since.
The last few years, have been hard fought. There was several major life events that took place, that I tried to deal with best I could. (Or chose to not deal with at all). Suck it up, push it down, and press on. Right? I mean, I am certain many people have it much worse than I, and our mission is to help them. It’s what we do, it’s in our blood and in our soul. However, I will reluctantly and sheepishly admit that my hypocrisy knows no bounds, as I do not ask for help when I know I should ask for help. One bright and shiny day late this summer, since I was too stubborn to ask for help, my body took it upon itself to ask. It shut down to the point I was fighting to breath, and I couldn’t get out. Walls came in, spinning, and it looked like I went swimming. After the most humbling experience of being carted out on a gurney from my office, and a fun ambulance ride, The doctor at the ER said “Well Mr. Heikkila, do you know what happened? That was God bitch-slapping you.” (apologize for the language). “That was your wake up call, because next time it’ll be a heart attack. You need to get some help, now.” Huh. I swallowed whatever was left of my pride, took their advice and finally reached out for help. Shortly thereafter, I had another “episode”, but significantly more elevated that again put me in the hospital. After many meetings and evaluations, I was diagnosed with severe anxiety/panic attacks, depression, and PTS stemming from specific events from back in the military. I thought I had pushed all those demons way down deep enough, enough time had passed, and that I had enough control. Apparently, these things don’t just “go away”. And if you stack up enough….shtuff…..it eventually topples over whether you want it to, or not. (Imagine Cousin Eddie in Christmas Vacation, emptying the RV in the sewer. “S******’s full!”)
A friend of mine named Brian got ahold of me, and suggested that at his annual rifle Match (King of .28 Miles) in September 2020, he wanted to do a fundraiser for a local non-profit for Veterans called “Soldier’s 6”. I looked them up, did some due diligence, and thought it was a great and very worthwhile organization to help raise funds! Brothers/Sisters helping Brothers/Sisters. “I’m on board, let’s do this!” It was at our next rifle Match that Brian, Christy, and Russ sat me down and said they wanted ME to apply to be a recipient of a service dog from the Soldier’s 6 program. My immediate thought was “I am sure there are more deserving Brothers or Sisters first.” Where they had a simple, but effective response that will live with me always: “We, as your friends, believe you deserve it.”
Adam and K-9 Dash
My name is Adam. I grew up in Savage and went to Burnsville High School. After graduation, I attended the University of Minnesota-Twin Cities where I played football while earning a B.A. in Sociology of Law, Criminology and Deviance.
I started my career in law enforcement with the St Louis Park Police Department in 2003 before transferring to the St Paul Police Department in 2005. In St. Paul, I had the opportunity to work patrol in each of the citie's districts, the FORCE unit, the SWAT team and as a task force officer on the FBI Safe Streets Task Force.
I had the great opportunity to work with some amazing people in some incredible assignments.
Like most police officers, I experienced all the "normal" traumatic events that officers deal with everyday. I was also in and around multiple officer involved shootings in my career. One, in which I was shot in the leg. Thankfully, my wound was not life threatening and I was able to return to duty.
But PTSD, not really knowingly, had a major impact on myself which, in turn, had an affect on my wife and kids.
I realized, after a lot of time and thought, that given the statistics of a cop, I wouldn’t be around long after retirement, and there isn’t anything I want more than to see me kids graduate and succeed.
What I realized was that if I stayed in law enforcement, I wouldn’t have a good, or any,
relationship with my wife and kids.
I went to Soldier 6 with a throw everything at the wall and see what sticks attitude with where I was with things. But what I got in Dash is more than anything I could have imagined. I’m grateful to soldier 6 for their support and opportunity.
I would also like to thank you all. Dash and I appreciate all of the support, donations and prayers. Dash wouldn’t be here without them.
Kara and K-9 Buster
In 2008-2009 I deployed to Kabul, Afghanistan in support of Operation Enduring Freedom as a Combat Medic. During this deployment I was able to assist Dismounted Combat Patrols as their Medic, I cross-trained as a Physical Therapy Technician, I was the NCOIC (as a Specialist) of the Civilian Medical Assistance (CMA) missions, and on weekends when I wasn’t doing CMA’s, I brought soldiers to climb the Ghar Mountain (when it was relatively safe). Every day you experience the hyper-alertness. Every environment, every person, every object, everything looks suspicious. It’s surreal and real all at the same time, but because of this, you live harder and truer than you ever have. Everyday in Afghanistan I had a job to do. It was important. It had purpose. I was one of those who truly loved and was proud to put on my uniform every single day. Life was simple.
Coming back from deployment to fit back in and adjust to civilian life, to find that purpose, that sense of belonging, has been a constant struggle. Major Depression Disorder and Anxiety consumed me with a vengeance. The inability of a normal life to ever match the amplitude of living that I achieved in Afghanistan pushed me into a dark place, that was easy to cover up with fake smiles, and the façade that everything was fine. In 2016 the birth of my son brought Postpartum Depression. I had tried medical assistance from the VA but gave up on them. I called to make an appointment with a civilian Mental Health clinic and they never returned my call.
Then, about a year and a half ago, I thought about how I would end my life. I cried. I cried because I knew how blessed I was. I had a beautiful baby boy, an amazing and patient husband, a caring family, a roof over my head, food on my table, and clothes on my back. I cried because I knew deep down inside that I didn’t want to die. I cried because I realized that this wasn’t really me. This was the picture of my mental illness taking over. “Depression is a dark and scary place, where my mind shows me the worst of myself, of humanity, and of what others think of me. Depression tells us lies.” “It sucks the life right out of you.”
That day I found Soldiers 6. I needed help but was desperate for any help but medical. The thought of trying a new medication was exhausting. The thought of talking to someone about these feelings were even more exhausting. I just needed something different. I reached out to them and instantly got a message back from the organization. After talking with them, I could only hope that this was a step in the right direction . Eventually I met Ed and the process started for me in obtaining a service dog.
It’s been a difficult journey in the acceptance of a service dog. I always felt that I didn’t deserve one, that this was maybe a bit extreme for my scenario, and out of all these stories that I’ve read, mine was minute, until I met Buster. He was my first pick because he was smiling in his picture. From the moment I met him, we’ve had an instant bond. He never leaves my side and hates when I’m out of his sight. He does things for my depression that we haven’t even trained for. From getting me out of bed in the mornings when I don’t feel like dealing with the world and all it’s bullshit, to making me laugh and smile, to putting himself between me and another person if they’re too close to my personal space, to defending me when my husband and I are fake fighting ( to see what he does), to comforting me with a 63 lb. snuggle, all while doing it with a smile on his face. I admire his love for the human race and for all animals he comes into contact with. (I'm one of those that love animals more than people.) I admire him for putting up with me on days when my depression wins. I also admire him for never holding it against me and always giving me that wiggle butt when I’m ready to tackle life again. He adds an essential piece to my life I didn’t know I was missing. Even though he is not a "cure" and that I will probably be on medication for the rest of my life, he has made a difference. I will forever be grateful to the Soldiers 6 organization.
Clare and K-9 Wilson
Clare is a prior law enforcement officer. Her bio will come at a later date to give you a formal introduction, but Clare is fostering her puppy that will eventually go into training and become her official service dog. Welcome to the family.... and her puppy. She is still deciding on his name...
*UPDATE* The Puppy has been named Wilson
**UPDATE #2* Clare's Bio:
My name is Clare Boyle and since I can remember I always wanted to hang out with the “guys” and do things that I was told I couldn’t. If someone told me it wasn’t possible, I was going to prove them wrong.
After graduating from high school I started college for nursing, but quit after a few months because I couldn’t stand the idea of being told what to do by a doctor. I returned home and started working at the bottom of a corporate business from 9 to 5. I hated it. When I learned about EMS (Emergency Medical Services) I was so intrigued. I liked the idea of excitement, lights and sirens and being in one of those “cool” jobs. I thought I could have the best of both worlds.
I became a Paramedic in 1990 and got a full time 911 job. In the beginning I loved it. The adrenaline was so addicting and I couldn’t get enough. Going call to call and seeing all the “gory stuff” was exactly what I wanted for my career. I loved telling people stories about what calls I had been on and their reactions of disbelief. But as the years passed, and I was one of only a few women on the department, I could begin to feel the pressure. I was good at what I did, but constantly felt I had to prove myself because I wasn’t one of the “guys”. I saw horrible things and watched people die in front of me. I would always push down my feelings because I didn’t want to be “one of those girls”.
In 1992 I got married and had two beautiful children. We married young and a few years later my husband became a Police Officer. I would ride along with him, and again, I loved the adrenaline that had no longer fulfilled me as a Paramedic.
In 2004, I was recruited by the Cottage Grove Police Department to come work for them as a Police Officer/Paramedic. I was so excited!!! I went through skills and started on field training. I loved my new job with lots and lots of adrenaline. I joined the SWAT team and anything else I could to be part of the “big calls”. I worked as a Detective and was praised for my skills. But as time went on, I felt myself withdrawing from those types of calls and if I felt any emotion, I would shove it down deep inside.
I loved drinking. As I would say, “my job is stressful, so I like to have a drink after work and when it’s my day off, I drink because, well, it’s my day off”. I was soon drinking everyday, but thought I could “handle it”. I thought this was the norm as everyone around me was doing the same thing.
In June of 2018 I was involved in a serious squad accident while being in a pursuit. It left me with permanent physical injuries, but the psychological ones were the worst. I was diagnosed with PTSD and a Traumatic Brain Injury.
I didn’t know who I was anymore. I couldn’t be who I use to be and I hated this new version. I couldn’t be physically active and my new anxiety and depression was keeping me in bed for days at a time. I would have unexplained panic attacks for “no reason” and I couldn’t continue to be my Type A self. I attended counseling but was “stuck” as I didn’t want to bring up all the calls and feelings from the last 29 years. I had prided myself on the ability to handle it.
I found myself drinking to keep the anxiety and depression at bay, but what I didn’t realize was that it was just making it worse. I watched TV all day to disassociate and never left my house unless I had to. I went through the motions of getting better, but I knew that I really wasn’t. Friends stopped calling me and I had to struggle with the fact that my coworkers never reached out.
I finally decided that I had to change. I have to be my own cheerleader. I have to get out there and interact with society. I want my life back. I know that it will never be the same, but I know that I now have a partner that will always be there for me when times are tough and be a reason to get up and live.
Keith and K-9 Biltz
We came into contact with Soldiers 6 when our son saw a post on Facebook that they were looking for a foster family. They needed one in a hurry. Since we were currently without dogs we sent them a message. On December 17, 2019 a 16 week old Red British Labrador named Blitz came into our lives. The foster family that he was with couldn’t make the numerous trips to the twin cities for veterinary care. See Blitz was special. He was born with hip dysplasia and needed lots of medical attention and surgery. Blitz had surgery on December 21st and then spent the next 3 months recovering. These early months of his puppy life were taken away from him while he recovered. By the time he was released to go for long walks and to run a little he was 51 lbs and looked like a one year old dog. My wife and I started puppy training and have been working him since. He’s now 17 months old and 80 lbs and has an old soul of a gentle giant.
We realized that Blitz gave our family more compassion and unconditional love when we “thought” we didn’t need it. We didn’t realize at the time that our previous two dogs did the very same thing when we need them most.
I retired after 30 years as a volunteer firefighter. 19 years as a Captain. As many of you know we first responders see and hear things that no one should ever have to see or experience in their life.
My mother was diagnosed a few years ago with Alzheimer’s. It’s been trying at times knowing that my mother will forget who I am, as well as my siblings. Dealing with everything that comes with a parent with Alzheimer's is so emotionally draining. Blitz pays special attention to my mom when she’s with us. She’s forgotten that she doesn’t particularly care for dogs and Blitz doesn’t care. He’s there. Knowing that he’s able to comfort my mom when her anxiety hits is so comforting. We know that he’ll be there for us too when the need arises.
We’ve become very attached to Blitz and know that it would be so heartbreaking for us to have to let him go. He gives not just me but our whole family so much. We talked to Dana and Ed and they have decided that he will stay with us. We could not be any happier to have him in our lives. Dana says this is not a foster failure. The cat, however, does.
Ryan and K-9 Dez
My name is Ryan Johnson. I was born and raised in Inver Grove Heights, MN. I graduated from Simley High School in 1999. I am currently a retired veteran married with 3 children and a dog.
I joined the MN Army National Guard in March 2000. I spent my basic training and AIT at Fort Jackson, SC. I trained to be a Heavy diesel mechanic. I spent 11 years with the 34th Infantry division in Rosemount, MN. The last 7 years I spent with 834th ASB HSC in Arden Hills, MN.
I was deployed to Basrah, Iraq in February 2009- February 2010. I spent two months in Washington training for deployment.
I obtained a couple temporary positions as a military technician in Rosemount, MN and Camp Ripley. In June 2012 I secured a permeant fulltime position as a military technician in Rochester, MN.
When I came back from deployment in February 2010, I wasn’t the same person as I was before I left for deployment. I started distancing myself from family and friends. I wasn’t happy. I didn’t feel like doing anything. I was always on guard as if I was getting attacked. I had high anxiety with mood swings filled with depressing thoughts of suicide. I started relying on alcohol to help me forget all the awful and painful memories of deployment. With the alcohol and often times of not having it I would grow angry and fight with my family.
My wife kept telling me there was something wrong with me. Pointing out all the obvious signs of PTSD and begging me to get help. I refused to get help. As time passed on, I became worse, often yelling hurtful words at my wife and children. One day my wife packed her bags along with my kids and said “We’re leaving” and that is when I decided to go for help. In May 2016, I was diagnosed with depression and PTSD.
Chad and K-9 Blizzard
I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Law Enforcement in 1994. I worked in security, corrections, and was a volunteer firefighter before I was hired as a police officer. I work in a small 20-man department in Dakota County.
Life was great! Full time cop job, married, kids, homeowner, dogs & cats. I told my wife “I can’t believe I get paid to do this job!” (Yes- I actually said that) The signs and symptoms of repeated exposure to trauma started to appear but I was taught it was all just part of the job. As life went on, I made my world a little smaller. My wife and I struggled through the problems on our own, made mistakes, and learned as we went.
After a close friend was killed in an accident the first big meltdown occurred. We survived, but it was clear this problem was much bigger than we could handle ourselves. I met with different therapists over the years but never on a consistent basis.
In 2007 I earned a master’s degree in Police Leadership. I started taking on more supplemental assignments, including 9 years as an operator, sniper, and sniper team leader on the county wide SWAT team. In July 2014 I was assigned to investigations when my department had a line of duty death.
By 2017, the department had about 45% turnover in only 3 years. It felt like the department operated in a chaotic state and there was no sense of normalcy or stability. I struggled at home and my family struggled too. I was burned out and my performance showed. I returned to patrol, with no supplemental assignments, but the damage was done, and the struggles continue.
I met Ed on the SWAT team in 2009 and he was a good mentor to a new operator. We followed and supported Soldier’s 6 and know previous recipients. The opportunity to foster came up and my wife and I answered the call. We felt this was a great way to contribute to helping recipients improve their quality of life. Not only do I have my own struggles with PTS, our son is an Army veteran struggling with PTSD. This makes the Soldiers 6 mission very close to our hearts. We felt called to contribute. We knew Blizzard was destined for bigger and better things we just didn’t know what.
K-9 Blizzard arrived at our house on the coldest day of February 2019. She was roughly 8 months old. At first it was a struggle and I questioned my decision. A bond developed over the next couple of months and she settled into life in our family of four, including another dog and two cats. Blizzard’s personality is infectious.
We began obedience training with other fosters and the bond between Blizzard and I grew stronger, much stronger. I realized giving her up would do severe damage to our family. After conversations with Ed and Dana, Blizzard became a permanent blessing to my family. She has helped all of us, including our dog, Ranger, grow to be happier and more resilient. Soldier’s 6 made a perfect match. It feels like this was meant to be.
Ed, Dana, and Blizzard have inspired me to help others fight their battles with mental wellness and all the baggage that comes with a career as a first responder. I am fortunate enough to remain working in law enforcement. I know admitting to mental illness, therapy, PTSD, physical illness/injury, etc. can be damaging to a first responder’s career. To say this is wrong is a huge understatement. I know the departments that hire us are slow to respond and change culture. Blizzard has brought me so much happiness that I want to share it. WE are all worth it!
Blizzard has visited my department several times and she is always invited back. She has been given her own department patch to wear on her vest. She might even start working day-shifts. We continue training and as she matures, she is proving to be an excellent dog. I am hoping for a successful and peaceful final six years of my law enforcement career and Blizzard will play a large role in that goal. I don’t know where my family would be without the Soldier’s 6 organization and all the people who support their mission.
Congrats to our latest law enforcement recipient. Welcome to the family...
Dogs... just say the word and it can bring a smile to your face and warm your heart. In fact, scientists say a “cuddle with your pup triggers oxytocin release, helping you to bond with your pet and alleviate stress”. Not every dog needs to be a service dog to give their recipient what they need. Some dogs just need to be there with their owner/recipient. When K-9 Scout came to live with his foster mom and dad, he gave them a run for their money. But during those crazy moments, he burrowed his way into not only his moms heart, but dads heart. A big man that wears a uniform and protects his community can in fact have feelings. True story. I married one such man. Scout formed a bond with his dad. One that mom knew couldn’t be broken. She saw the difference little Scout has made and wanted to make him a permanent resident. We talked on the phone. How could I say no??!! We started this program to help people. Law enforcement, military, firefighters, dispatchers, EMT’s and correctional officers who suffer from PTSD , or just the emotional effects of these jobs. Scout has been doing his job since he took residency in their home and he will permanently remain there working his full potential as a therapy dog. Dogs are the best medicine. I applaud his wife for coming forward. Marry a person that you can go into war with, not against. She, much like myself stepped forward to fight for her husband. She fought to keep what makes him happy. And for that, I am extremely proud.
Thank you to all of our supporters who continue to support to allow unions like this. Scout and his buddy have many awesome days ahead. Below are just a few of the many pictures of Scout. He is such a proud and photogenic dog, along with his letter of adoption that mom put in dad’s Christmas stocking. Welcome to the Soldiers 6 family K-9 Scout, your mom and dad too.
Remi went to her recipient last spring. They debated on a bio. Sometimes it’s tricky in the law enforcement world. They want their privacy and we will respect that. Welcome Remi and her recipient.
Sometimes it takes the strength of a true warrior to ask for help. There have been a few times when we have been asked for help. We have a recipient that wanted a dog, yet wished to remain anonymous. I (we) understand. Sometimes , unfortunately, it may affect their career, or there is still just that stigma in society. Sometimes, in the law enforcement field, they just want privacy. We respect that. We would never want someone’s path to be harder or darker just because they wouldn’t agree to be a public face. We have some awesome supporters. And in that, I know you can all understand. You have read my posts, whether written by myself or shared from another sight. You have been on our journey and it is one that if walked alone, would truly be hard. If not totally defeating. Last spring, K9 Remi brought joy to a family. A law enforcement family. Remi will go on to do many things that she was destined to do for his recipient whom will respectfully remain anonymous. I know we will still get pictures to share with you all. What I will share is that Remi’s recipient put in their time, and still does, serving their community. They work for a large department in Minnesota. Hand in paw, with their new found battle buddy, they will do it together.
Jim and K-9 Jetta
I served with the Mendota Heights Fire Department for over 27 years with the last 12 years as the Assistant Chief. I retired in 2009. I was also an electrician for 39 years retiring in 2016.
My passion was always being a firefighter. I loved helping people and serving the communities we protected. Being part of that “fire family” was rewarding in so many ways. As you can imagine there were those calls that the outcome wasn’t what we had hoped for. I always found a way to file it in the back of my head as a way of dealing with it, but you never forget. I can still remember a few calls that happened over 20 years ago like it happened yesterday.
Our connection with Soldier’s 6 was one of fate. In October of 2018, we had to put our dog, Savannah, down due to bladder cancer. She was also a rescue dog that came into our lives unexpectedly. She was the most loyal and loving dog I had ever had. I lost my sister and father-in-law in 2014. It was a difficult year. I have never been the type to show my emotions and to a fault you hold them in until you’re ready to burst. Our dog Savannah could read me like a book and always gave me reasons to smile. So when she passed there was a huge void in our hearts.
A friend and his wife volunteered to be a foster family to Soldier’s 6 and suggested we become a foster family as well. We contacted Dana and they put us on the list.
In January 2019, they called us and said they had a dog for us to foster. Jetta was rescued from a reservation in South Dakota. She was found chained up, left outside in the sub freezing temperatures huddled up next to her dead frozen brother. We were determined to provide the love she never had. She is a dog that has so much love in her heart and over the past 11 months watching Jetta become a very special loving and loyal dog. At first I tried not get to attached as I knew she would eventually be leaving us for her service dog training. Being retired I am with her a lot. She goes everywhere with me and has developed the same passions that I have. In the winter ,we are always at the St. Thomas Academy rink where I sharpen skates for the high school team. The men’s and woman’s college teams are always there. Little Jetta is quite the celebrity there. She is loved by all. In the summer we are at the lake most of time where Jetta loves swimming and pontoon rides. We are becoming more connected with each day. She senses when I am having a bad day and gives me that unconditional love that some how makes things a little better. Our relationship has grown to the point that it would have been very difficult to let her go.
I was contacted (officially) by Ed last Sunday where they decided that Jetta would be ours. We are beyond grateful to have this special dog in our lives. After I hung up the phone from Ed, there were a lot of tears of joy and happiness. Looking at Jetta while we hugged, I could tell she understood that she is now officially part of our family! What a great Christmas present!!!
Thank you Soldier’s 6!!!!!
Sometimes it takes the strength of a true warrior to ask for help. There have been a few times when we have been asked for help. We have a recipient that wants a dog, yet wishes to remain anonymous. I (we) understand. Sometimes , unfortunately, it may affect their career, or there is still just that stigma in society. We would never want someone’s path to be harder or darker just because they wouldn’t agree to be a public face. We have some awesome supporters. And in that, I know you can all understand. You have read my posts, whether written by myself or shared from another sight. You have been on our journey and it is one that if walked alone, would truly be hard. If not totally defeating. Recently, K9 Mason brought joy to a family. A law enforcement family. Mason will go on to do many things that he was destined to do for his recipient whom will respectfully remain anonymous. I know we will still get pictures to share with you all. What I will share is that Masons recipient put in their time serving their community. 24 years and their last 10 as a SGT. They have received the medal of merit and a life saving award to name a few. Now it’s time to enjoy life. Hand in paw with their new found battle buddy Mason, they will do it together. Much love and appreciation to the Grand Lodge of Minnesota and Mizpah Lodge who have sponsored Masons training.
Natasha & K-9 Alexis
Help me welcome our newest member to the Soldiers 6 family, Natasha Orbeck. She and K-9 Alexis will join forces one week from today. Below is her bio and pictures that she chose to share. They are beautiful and show her journey in joy and sorrow. We truly believe better days are ahead Natasha. Welcome❤️🐾 you are never alone. #evenheroesneedbackup
I was born in California and moved to Minnesota when I was 4 years old. My childhood was not easy and before my senior year of high school, I moved into my own apartment and joined the military. I worked as a waitress and bartender my entire senior year and often closed the place down. Needless to say, my grades took a dive. I did graduate and then quickly shipped off to my final phase of training known as AIT where I became a Combat Medic. I spent 1 year with a medevac unit stateside before volunteering to deploy with a separate unit.
We were stationed in Balad however I was one of the “lucky” medics that got to travel to other bases. I visited Tahlil, Basrah, Baghdad and Camp Warhorse to name a few. I received an ARCOM for my work as a medic which is something to be proud of however, I came home a different person.
I was skittish, angry, impatient, nervous, hyper vigilant and exhausted all of the time. I denied any issues as I continued to move forward in life by doing the things society expected. I went back to my job, bought a house and continued living despite the overwhelming thoughts of what if I just drove off this cliff or if I took all these pills at once…..
Then it happened, I met someone. A police officer in fact! He encouraged me to seek help and I reluctantly registered at the Minneapolis VA Post Traumatic Stress Recovery Clinic. Together with the PTSR clinic and my new boyfriend, I grew to enjoy life much more, be more confident and feel like I was in a good place. This boyfriend eventually became my husband and our lives became a never-ending story of goal seeking chaos mixed with an everlasting love.
I started college (again) and earned a degree before my husband decided to switch up his career a bit. He went from Police Officer to State Trooper so again our world had a little bit more chaos than order.
Then it happened, we’ got pregnant! In the midst of his academy and halfway through my second college degree! There was a lot of uncertainty with how we would make it work but we did. We lived separate until just before we had the baby. Our baby girl was born and we were excited to finally be parents!
Eventually, his work brought us full circle and we were able to move back to where we started. By this point, I realized the degree I had earned would not transfer so easily into jobs that I could work within an hour of home. I was not willing to live separate again so I offered myself up for college again… I began nursing school in 2015.
Then it happened, cancer. In the midst of our lives finally settling down and halfway through my third degree, my rock, my person was diagnosed with cancer. I stayed strong and positive as best as I could, and he did too. We had built a foundation of faith and love and knew that with everything we had been through, supported each other on, and been victorious in, that this fight would be no different.
Except it was. On July 27, 2017 just 13 months after diagnoses, my husband went to be with Jesus. Now I was there alone to fight my demons who were being stirred up in record fashion except I’m a mom now so I can’t just throw in the towel. Suppress, ignore and carry on is what I did. I’m a soldier after all; I can do this.
Many people saw me struggling but I assured them I would do no harm. Mentally that was hard, but my heart could not fathom leaving our daughter without both parents. I was offered a service dog before, but I denied it and said, “give it to someone who needs it more”.
After 10 months of being a single mom of one, I decided to become a single mom of two. Prior to Josh’s chemotherapy treatments, we banked specimens to continue our family. I made the gut-wrenching decision to follow through with our dream. I knew I wouldn’t get my fairy-tale ending but I felt compelled to live out what plans I could, and I am proud to say God gave us a boy!
It’s so easy to smile on the outside and occupy yourself with the demands of your days especially when kids are involved however, at night when they sleep and you’re up alone, your mind gets going again and it’s a fight to get back up after the spiral down to the demons.
I thought being a medic and seeing what I’d seen, helping those I could and failing others was the hardest thing I’d ever endure and it still pretty high up there but nothing can prepare you or come close to the pain of losing your person. The one man who didn’t turn away when I “wasn’t okay”. Now I talk to a stone and shake my fists at the sky and simply wonder why I have been asked with carrying so much. What does God see in me that this weight continues to rise?
Then in September of 2018, my battle committed suicide. Suddenly the grief over losing my Josh and everything prior became impossible to hide behind a smile. I knew I needed something, and I reluctantly agreed to have a service dog. I was met with a “finally!” as Dana could see all too well the need but could not move forward without my go ahead.
I am both anxious and excited to receive my dog as many have told me what a difference it makes. The one piece of humor I continue to find in it all is that she’s a lab. My husband Josh convinced me to get a lab once because “they only shed twice a year” I never questioned this but quickly realized that their “shedding seasons” lasted 6 months at a time.
I’d like to believe my husband is looking down and proud of the steps I have made for myself and our children and I am almost certain he is laughing over the fact that Alexis is a lab!
I am realizing that not only is it OK to be broken, it’s OK to ask for help and I pray Alexis helps me get back to the me I once was instead of this shattered soul who wears a mask.
Paul & K-9 Frank
I have spent my entire life in Maplewood. I started my career with The Maplewood Fire Department in 1987 at the age of twenty-six. I retired January 2018 after 30 years on the streets of Maplewood as a fire captain/ paramedic. Working in the city in which you grew up in and raised for family in becomes difficult when the emergency incident involves someone you know.
During the spring of 2017 I distanced myself from my friends and station crew; I sold important hobby equipment and began to think about a suicide plan. Fall of 2017 there was some very serious incidents that I couldn’t stop thinking about, and some incidents from years ago came into my thoughts. I was irritable with my wife and kids and never spoke about my thoughts.
The week of Thanksgiving 2017 we had an incident that involved the death of a friend of mine from high schools father. After that incident I decided it was time to enact my suicide plan. November 29th was the date I picked, but luckily I became scared and called my wife at work stating I needed help.
I was diagnosed with PTSD, Major depression and suicidal ideation. Since that day I have spent a month in United Hospital and two separate months at a firefighter PTSD treatment center in Maryland.
My German Shepherd Frank is a gentle giant and true life saver. Frank is receiving his service dog training now, I am thankful for Frank and the tremendous gift Soldiers 6 has given me.
Paul is Soldier's 6's first Fighter Fighter recipient!
Andrew & K-9 Rocky
Growing up in Saint Paul, a product of the Public School system, I had no skills. As a young man, I ended up heading down a bad path. To escape the madness, I decided to enlisted in the Army.
In 2006, after being stationed at Fort Riley, in Kansas as a Combat Engineer, my unit deployed to Tikrit, Iraq. Our tour went on for 15 long months. Pretty much every day we were out finding (hopefully) and destroying road side bombs. Everybody in my unit had been blown up many, many times. Some of my brothers never made it home.
My exposure to the combat changed my life forever. After coming home, gradually, certain things and life in general just got harder and harder. Relationships failed; I was not happy. I had a real tough time just relating to people. I was either way too proud or stubborn to seek any help. I ended up bottling up a lot of horrible feelings for several years.
I eventually became a police officer. Things got even harder. I began to shut off and shut down. I didn’t even know who I was anymore. Sometimes I would forget where I was going. There were many things that were wrong. But still, I never wanted to ask anyone for help. I never wanted to talk to anybody about this until one day I just hit the ultimate breaking point. That was when I finally decided to get some help. Things got easier, but I was still having some real issues.
One day, I spoke with my friend Dana. We hadn’t seen each other for a while. I explained what I had been through. That was real tough for me. But I’m so glad I did it.
I would end up meeting with Dana and Ed. We talked some more and they decided I would be a good candidate to receive Rocky. They provided me with my new best friend. I can’t even put into words how grateful I really am or how much of a huge help Rocky is. He’s always there for me when times get tough and I feel alone. He’s the most loving loyal and supportive friend I could ever ask for. I’m so glad I reached out to soldiers 6 for help. It’s one of the greatest things I’ve ever done for myself, and my family.
Quinn & K-9 Echo
My name is Quinn Willmarth, I was born and raised in Cottage Grove, Minnesota. In 1986 I graduated from Park High School. I am currently a Police Officer and have been married for 8 years, I also have a son along with 2 dogs at home.
In January 1987 I joined the United States Marine Corps. After completing boot camp and The School of Infantry, I was shipped off to Marine Barracks Hawaii. A little over 2 years of barracks duty, I was transferred to 3rd Battalion 3rd Marines (3/3). After joining 3/3 we deployed to Okinawa Japan for 5 months and then 1 month in Thailand.
On the 2nd of August 1990, after returning back to our home base in Hawaii which happened to be the same day that Iraq invaded Kuwait. My unit was deployed to Saudi Arabia on the 26th of August 1990, for Operation Desert Shield.
During the buildup of Desert Shield, we did a lot of training for missions that we may be given. On the 1st of January 1991, we got onto trucks and moved up to about 26 miles from the Saudi Arabia/Kuwait border and about 5 miles from the Persian Gulf. Desert Shield changed to Desert Storm once the air war started. We stayed in this area through most of the air war. While in this position, we had about 2 dozen rockets land near our area. When the Iraqi Army took control of the small border town of Kafji, Saudi Arabia, my unit was sent in to assist the coalition forces in clearing the city.
About 10 days before the ground war started, my unit was trucked west about 200 miles and were positioned on the Saudi Arabia/Kuwait Border and waited for orders to enter Kuwait. One morning, we were told to write our final letters home that we would be going into Kuwait that night. Our mission was to be the left flank security for both Marine Divisions as they crossed the border.
We walked about 15 to 18 miles to get into position. We walked through 2 mine fields during this march, and part of our unit was attacked by coalition planes. We stayed in our blocking position for a couple of days until we could be picked up by trucks, then traveled through the burning oil well fires, and ended up at Kuwait International Airport. Shortly after the Ground War ended, we were trucked back to Saudi Arabia and on the 8th of March 1991, we boarded planes to return home.
I got out of the Marine Corps in March of 1992. After getting out of the service I struggled with alcohol and relationships issues. I became completely withdrawn from life and emotionally dead to everything. In 1998 I graduated from Inver Hills Community College with an Associate’s Degree in Law Enforcement.
I became a Police Officer for a small town in 1998 and continue to work there today. I was also part of the Washington County wide SWAT Team and my primary job was a Sniper. The most rewarding part of my job is working with other Veterans in crisis; I am able to connect with them about my experiences and what has worked for me.
In 2017 I was honored as the first recipient of the Hero of the Year through the Stillwater Chamber of Commerce. We were dispatched to a house for a Veteran who said he had a gun and he was going to commit suicide. When officers would call inside and they told him they were the Police he would hang up on them. I called the Veteran on my cell phone and told him that I too was a Combat Vet and that I understood what he was going through. After bridging the gap I told him that I was also a Police Officer and I was outside. I told the Veteran that I would like to talk to him face to face. The Veteran then said he would be right out. We were able to end the situation peacefully and get the Veteran help.
I assumed that quitting drinking and seeking help for my PTSD would solve things for me, unfortunately PTSD stayed below the surface, bubbling up at times and sometimes spilling over. After a horrible experience at the VA after leaving the Marine Corps, I was reluctant to go back, but in 2018 I have started going to the VA and so far it’s a much better experience.
Echo will be a great addition to my life and my family. I am honored to be given this great gift and hope for my future by Soldier 6.
Sara & K-9 Mac
I was born and raised in Minnesota and attended Coon Rapids High School. At 16 I began police explorers which started my goals towards working in Law Enforcement.
I worked as a security guard and community service officer though college and got my 2 year associates in science law enforcement degree from North Hennepin Community College.
I was sworn in as an officer in 2003 along with my future husband. My husband and I began dating in 2004 and we were married in 2007.
During my career I was an FTO, worked in our safe streets unit, community oriented policing unit, rotational investigator, and ended as a detective school resource officer. The most challenging part of my career was the last 4 years working with students who had special needs and mental illness.
In July 2017 I was diagnosed with PTSD and it was deemed I could not return to work. In December 2017 my husband unexpectedly passed away while we were on a family vacation. As things were settling down my husband’s father unexpectedly passed away in January 2018.
I retired from the Department February 2018 from my duty disability.
Paul & K-9 Rocky
My name is Paul Dellwo. I was born and raised in Saint Paul, Minnesota. In 1990, I graduated from Cretin-Derham Hall in St. Paul. In 1994 I graduated from Inver Hills Community College with an Associate’s Degree in Law Enforcement. I started working in law enforcement in 1998 for a small department where I was active as a Use Force Instructor and also participated on the county SWAT team.
In December 1994, I signed and raised my right hand giving the oath that I would serve and protect this great nation. I left for basic training in early 1995.
During my career in the military, I served in Panama, Italy, Germany and Iraq. I was activated and deployed to the MPLS/St Paul Airport in Support of Noble Eagle. It was during this time I switched MOS careers to the Infantry. I started with the 2-135 Alpha Company in West St Paul in 2002. I eventually transferred to HHC in Mankato, where I became a platoon sergeant with new recruits coming into the Minnesota National Guard. This is also when I was assigned to the scout platoon. In 2005 I received my orders for deployment in Support of Iraqi Freedom. The scout platoon was attached to the Owattowa Heavy Weapons Company where we spent the next 22 months.
Mobilized in October 2005 and trained for six months before we hit boots on the ground in Kuwait on April Fool’s Day. We spent the next two weeks training and becoming acclimated to the heat. We then crossed over into Iraq where we found our home for the next 16 months.
Our company was responsible for convoy operations, quick response force, intelligence gathering missions and security patrols. IED’s were a common thing, calling EOD was even more common and looking for trigger men.
Upon returning from Iraq, I continued to serve with the Minnesota National Guard. I retired in 2015 after 20 years of service. When I returned from Iraq I finished my Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice and got hired with a local police department working in the patrol division.
I buried it all. I denied myself the emotions I felt, the images I saw, and the smells and reactions to horrible things. I pushed down deep and thought to myself, this soon shall pass. The physical and emotional effects I thought would pass, never did. The emotions can only be pushed down so deep and then they have a way of creeping back up to the surface.
When I finally decided to reach out for help at the V.A., I was only smirked at and asked “why after 10 years are you coming here?” I left dishearten by the system which I served for 20 years. As I explained to someone at the VA; it’s my ruck sack, I’ve had to pack it and carry my stuff around for 10 years now and I all I wanted to do was unload it.” Unfortunately, the V.A. was of no service to me or my issues.
I have feelings of anger, anxiety, depression, and feelings that no one understands. I was lost, not knowing my place because of these emotions. I have difficulty many sounds, especially the sounds of helicopters, my living can was so close to a Medivac Hospital. I find myself even doing patrols in my house late at night making sure it’s secure and safe. All of this has controlled my life and has driven it for far too long. It wasn’t until late and talking with Soldiers 6 that I realized I wasn’t alone.
Mike & K-9 Delta
From a very young age, I knew that law enforcement was my calling. I grew up tailoring my life and education towards the ultimate goal of becoming a cop.
When I was 14 years old, I joined a police department's explorer post. I was a very active member of the post all through junior high and high school. I eventually worked in multiple, non-sworn roles such mall security, low-income housing security and bicycle patrol.
Immediately out of high school, I moved to Alexandria and attended Alexandria Technical College. When I graduated in 2001, I was almost immediately hired as a part-time sworn police officer. I worked as a part-time officer until December of 2001 when I was hired as a patrol deputy for a metro sheriff's office. I left my deputy job in December of 2002 and moved around for a couple of years working as a police officer in very small towns in Minnesota and Wisconsin.
I was hired as a full time patrol officer for the Mendota Heights Police Department in June of 2006. During my time at Mendota Heights, I also worked as a part-time patrol deputy for a rural sheriff's office and continued working as a part-time police officer for another police agency.
After medical diagnoses in 2017, I was deemed unable to continue working in law enforcement. I received Delta from Soldier's 6 on November 12, 2017. I'm looking forward to the opportunities that Delta presents for my future.
Video of the Official Presentation of Delta to Mike is posted above with Rocky's. Below is a short video of Mike and Delta meeting for the very first time.
David & K-9 Ace
My name is David Anthony Rosc, I am 33 years old. I was born in Hibbing Minnesota but i grew up in Chisholm Minnesota. I am the youngest of five and grew up in a very close family. I spent a lot of time out doors with my father, mostly hunting, fishing, camping, and trapping. I was actively involved in sports, playing baseball and football. I was very active in my church youth group and developed many close friendships through the years. After high school I attended college at Northwestern University in St. Paul,Mn. I majored in physical education. After my freshmen year of college I decided to change my career path and moved back to the Iron Range where I went to tech school for welding. After one year of welding school I was hired at L&M radiator and was fabricating and welding industrial radiators for mining equipment. When I turned 21 I decided that I wanted to make another change in my life.
I wasn't happy where I was and I wanted to find more adventure and wanted to serve my Country. Nearly a Year after I turned 21 I enlisted into the US Army. In October 2005 I was on my way to Basic Training at Ft. Sill Oklahoma. I enlisted to be a 13F (fire support specialist), this MOS is a combat MOS in the Field Artillery. A lot of my friends thought I was crazy for enlisting, especially at a time of war. They just couldn't believe that I was making this decision, knowing that I would likely end up in a combat zone. My family wasn't to happy that I decided to enlist but ultimately they were proud. After completing basic training and AIT I was stationed at Ft. Lewis in Washington state, near Seattle. I was attached to the 1st battalion 5th infantry Regiment of the 25th infantry division. My unit was fielding the new "Stryker" at the time, they had just returned from Fallujah Baghdad. Being a new private to a battle worn unit was intimidating at first but I was grateful to have so much experience and good leadership to lead me to the next chapter of my life. Just after 4 short months of being stationed at Ft. Lewis, my unit was ceremoniously "re-flagged" to another Unit. We were no longer b co. 1-5th but became b co. 1-2SCR.
June of 2006 I arrived in Germany, we were essentially the same unit, they just changed our name and location. After a year of training and acclimating to Germany, we received sudden orders to deploy to Iraq. It came as a surprise to all of us because the original intent of moving the Strykers to Germany was to "showcase" them to our Allied forces in Europe. We were to establish a base in Romania and work closes with there Army. It was near the end of July when we were briefed on our mission ahead. I remember vividly my commander saying we are going to the most dangerous area of Baghdad and the Unit we will be taking over for had a 40% casualty rate. Those words wore engraved in my head and stayed there until I was in country. I was able to go home for 2 weeks before I was actually deployed. The weight and gravity of what was coming was so surreal to me, when I was home visiting with my friends and family, it felt as though I may never see them again. It was very bitter sweet saying good bye to them.
August 2007, we arrived in Kuwait. The moment I stepped off the plane I thought I just stepped into a oven that had been pre-heating for the last hour. The heat was unlike anything else I had ever experienced before in my life. After 2 short weeks of training and allowing our bodies to acclimate to the desert climate we boarded a C5 load-master and where on our way to Baghdad international airport. We arrived in the middle of the night and quickly were loaded up on to some CH-47 Chinook helicopters. This is when reality began to sink in for me. With the engines screaming and sound of the whirling blades, I thought to my self "this is it, here we go". I knew as soon as I stepped off of that air craft that it was going to be a very long 15 months!
It didn't take very long for us to be in "contact" with the enemy and be engaged in our first fire fight. We went on a night raid into the most dangerous provinces of Baghdad, called Sadr City. We were after a high value target in the heart of Sadr City. Things didn't go as planned and our mission took longer than it should have. One of our stykers was berried to its axials in mud and had to be recovered in the middle of an intense fire fight. My company as a hole was hit by over 40 IED's (improvised explosive devices), My stryker was one that was hit. I was inside the styker when we were hit, I've never experienced such a violent, jarring, traumatizing moment like that before. Half of my squad including my self were so concussed we barely knew where we were. I was so shook up and agitated, I struggled to load our drivers weapon with a magazine, something I did with ease on a daily basis. In the spring of 2008, my Unit fought in the most intense urban conflict since the war in Iraq began. We had a mission to cease and desist the enemy from launching rockets and mortars into the "Green Zone" of Baghdad. We went in "no holds barred" and successfully stopped the enemy. But this success was not with out cost, we lost 9 solders during that time. 3 of them were in my company, they were my friends and my brothers. Losing them was like losing a part of me, it was one of the hardest and most tragic times of my life. After 15 longs months of hell on earth we returned to Germany. After some debriefing and reintegration training we were allowed to go home on leave. I went home for a month on some much needed time to unwind and try to re-adjust to "normal" life. During my time home I decided that I was done with the regular Army and decided to re-enlist in to the MN Army National Guard so I could be closer to home. In
June of 2010, my mother was found dead on her bedroom floor. It was believed to be caused by sudden cardiac arrest. My life began to spiral out of control after that very day. I had just started to adjust to a "normal" life but every bit of trauma I experienced in combat came back to me ten fold when my mother died.
September 2010, I married my beautiful and loving wife. I was still grieving but my wife was very supportive and helped me through the troubling time. One short year later my oldest son Chase was born. It was such a blessing to have him in my life but I felt like couldn't be a complete father to him. I didn't feel hole, combat stole so much from and I felt there was only peaces left of me.
November 2012, My dads health rapidly declined after my mother had passed. He died from a massive heart attack a couple days after Thanksgiving. I couldn't catch a break, not only am I struggling with PTSD, anxiety, and depression but I had to carry the grief of losing my parents. The nightmares and thoughts of suicide were enough to push me of the edge. The only things that keep me from pulling the trigger are my family. I carried my trauma with me in every aspect of my life, and those closest to me suffered. I am excited to start this new chapter in my life with my service K9 Ace by my side. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
Doug & K-9 Zeva
Soldier's 6 is honored to introduce our newest recipient US Army Veteran & Deputy Sheriff Doug Sundberg. On March 18th, 2017 Doug was paired with his Battle Buddy Service K-9 Zeva and together they will help each other navigate through life. Please welcome Doug to our Soldiers 6 family.
I was born in Regina, Canada alongside my twin after 28 weeks. We were tiny and spent the next 3 months in the hospital. My family moved to Minnesota when I was 8 years old. My brother’s and I enjoyed a wonderful childhood surrounded by much family. When I was 13 years old, my mother was diagnosed with cancer and passed away 3 months later. Our family was thrown into turmoil as her presence was greatly missed. My father remarried two years later and adopted two daughters with his wife. During this time, I struggled with my anger as it was the way I felt my hurt and loss of my mother. Subsequently, my disrespectful behavior landed me into a Christian boys’ home for a portion of my junior year of high school. Afterwards, I enlisted in the US Army and left after graduating high school. I turned 18 in Basic Training. I found purpose and the means to excel while in the Army. I also learned respect and discipline. In 2001, a member of my unit and I were helping a stranded motorist and were struck by a drunk driver. My friend died at the scene. I spent the next year recovering from injuries, which ultimately ended my career in the military. Throughout the next several years, I moved back and forth between Minnesota and Kentucky attempting to find a home and future. Ultimately, I made Minnesota my permanent home. I married a long-time friend; however, divorced within a year. What I discovered was that the chaos and struggles from my past were consuming me. On September 13, 2010 I made a change in my life and stopped drinking. Alcohol had become the common denominator for most of the negative consequences in my life. I have been sober since. On January 9, 2013, my daughter was born. She changed my life and continues to teach me how to love. In 2014, my father passed away from cancer. I had no idea the impact his death would have on my life. Before entering law enforcement in 2015, I worked as a detention deputy at Hennepin County jail. During this time, I met an amazing woman that I married on February 25, 2017. We are excited for our future and what Zeva will bring to my life.
Jeff & K-9 Rina
Soldier's 6 is honored to introduce Jeff and his Battle Buddy Rina. Jeff and Rina started navigating life together on October 9th, 2016.
Jeff Keesey was born and raised in the Midwest. In 1987, he graduated from Roosevelt High School in Minneapolis. In 1992 Jeff graduated from Mankato State University with a Bachelor’s of Science degree in Law Enforcement. He worked as Police Officer for 20 years.
In 1986 at the age of 17, Jeff Enlisted in the Army National Guard. He attended Basic Training in between his Junior and Senior year of High School. During his career in the Military, he served in Panama, Guatemala, Norway, Italy, Germany, and Iraq.
In 2005 Jeff was mobilized in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. He was a Military Police Platoon Sergeant. After a six month train period, his unit deployed to Iraq. He was responsible for three Convoy Escort Teams that consisted of 44 soldiers and the equipment they used. Their mission was escorting goods from southern Iraq to the north. Although he was not on every convoy, when he was his experience was valuable. When his Humvee almost hit an IED, a perimeter was set and he used a thermal sight to verify it the device was real. The device was later detonated by an EOD team. Jeff was also subjected to indirect fire. The base he was on received indirect fire approximately 2-3 times a week. In his 16months in Iraq he saw more death and destruction that most civilians will see in a life time. He served in Iraq from March 2006-July2007.
Upon returning from Iraq, Jeff continued to serve in the National Guard until his retirement in 2010. He retired at the rank of Master Sergeant.
During his career he was also a police officer at MPLS VA Medical Center and at the MPLS/ ST Paul Int'l airport.
Charlie & K-9 Six
A Vietnam Veteran and the recipient of Service K-9 Six. Six and Charlie will started navigating life together Saturday April 16th, 2016.
My name is Charlie Timp. I'm a 66 yr old Vietnam vet. I served in 1968-69 with the 9th infantry div 2/47 infantry battalion. Upon my return from Viet...nam I didn't tell many people I'd been there. The war wasn't popular and we were despised by many who protested the war. I drank heavily for 8 yrs following my service time. I went through rehab in 1978 and have been sober nearly 38 yrs. I struggled in my jobs. I was a transportation manager for many companies. I've been married 4 times and now have a woman who understands PTSD. I had counseling in the mid 90's which helped but I always felt like the square peg in a round whole. In 2003 a fellow vet encouraged me to get evaluated by the VA. I was eventually rated at 60%. I also came to find out why I felt so different. I have difficulty feeling emotional. I have occasional flashbacks and panic attacks I have meds for these now. I think of vietnam every day. I am retired and work in a fishing shop for fun. Fishing and exercise keeps me on track. I had a black lab (Lady) who passed 2 years ago. She was nearly 14 and my buddy. My wife has told me I haven't been the same since. She left a big gap in my life. I have 5 kids and 12 grandkids.