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Two elite warriors share their firsthand accounts of the struggles with returning home after fighting in the longest combat campaign in American history. More than 600,000 veterans have been diagnosed with PTSD. Today, there are at least 22 veterans committing suicide every day. This film looks to be an incredible eye opener that’s going to hurt to watch but it’s important the public knows what’s going on with our soldiers. Find a way to get involved as our heroes need our help.




"It winded me like I’ve never been winded. I was thinking, I’ve been shot in the neck, it’s game over.”

Lance Corporal Simon Moloney, of the Blues and Royals, fought on despite being shot in the neck during a battle with the Taliban. Lance Corporal Moloney is pictured receiving medical treatment on the frontline.
With blood pouring from his throat down onto his machine gun, Moloney figured he only had a few minutes to live.

As their dawn raid on a Taliban position commenced, Mononey and another machine gunner were positioned on a rooftoop overwatch position to provide support. Suddenly 30 Taliban fighters engaged the patrol from all directions in horseshoe ambush.

Moments into the fight Lance Corporal Moloney was struck in the throat by a tracer round which passed clean through. “It winded me like I’ve never been winded. I was thinking “I’ve been shot in the neck, it’s game over. I figured I had minutes left.”

The bullet passed just behind his windpipe, missing arteries by millimeters.

“When after a couple of minutes I was not dead and I could still talk I started to get a better feeling,” he said. “We had to crack on. They were pushing quite hard so it was either maybe die or definitely die because they would have over-run us.”

Despite the injury to his throat, Moloney continued shouting information and orders to his team during the fight, and when his evac chopper arrived, he refused to leave the battlefield, having to be ordered aboard.

The Lance Corporal returned to Britain for further treatment, but pushed to get back in fight and was with his brothers in Afghanistan again in under a month.

Shot in the neck, still spitting hot fire.

I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. ‘So,’ I tried to delicately ask, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?’ ‘Well,’ she responded, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?’