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hile the first tour put shrapnel in his back and scalp, it was the second tour that
left the scars.
In 2005, Jonas Rides at the Door, a Blackfeet Indian who grew up in
Browning, returned to a Fallujah, Iraq, battlefield that had turned even bloodier
since his first deployment. As a Marine gunner, Rides at the Door repeatedly
raced down roads that could instantly erupt into blinding flashes of homemade
explosives and scrap metal. Around his neck he wore a small pouch given to
him during a medicine bundle ceremony prior to his first deployment. But like
the steel armor on his vehicle, the pouchs protection didnt feel complete.
You know how you go to the fair and shoot those ducks?
That was us, and the insurgents were the ones shooting, he said
on a sunny June day in Browning.
He manned the lead vehicle on 230 combat patrols during
that deployment, a position that left him exposed to the brutal
punches thrown by improvised explosive devices. Worse, many
of his friends, young Marines he helped train, did the same
job on other patrols. Some of them didnt make it; Rides at the
Door has a tattoo on his right forearm bearing the initials of five
friends who died in combat.
When the tour was over, Rides at the Door was overcome
with guilt just for being alive.
Theres an old Blackfeet proverb, Better to die young at war
than grow old. At the time, Rides at the Door believed that. He
thought his own survival somehow implicated him in the death
of his friends.
Back on base in Twentynine Palms, California, others in his
unit werent doing much better than he was and the group began
to self-medicate in a bad way. The nights would start out like a
party, lots of beer and close buddies. But they would dissolve
into a stew of misery and anguish.
The group of us would drink every night. Every single
night. At the end of the night people would be crying, pissed off,
punching walls. It was all about the war, recalls Rides at the
Door, now 30 and discharged, but still carrying the clipped hair
and bulky body of a Marine. I loved being a Marine, the reputation that went along with it. But then that all went away.
By that time, in 2006, the effects of post-traumatic stress
disorder and combat stress were well documented. But Rides
at the Door says that in his corner of the military, nobody ever
talked about it. It was all about killing.
Rides at the Door would be deployed a third time to Iraq,
but a psychologist pulled him off the line once he recognized
his severe PTSD. That got him out of combat, but didnt reverse
the damage already done. When he was discharged from the
At right: Jonas Rides at the Door received a commendation from the Navy and the Marine Corps for his service in Afghanistan.
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Woody Kipp races to catch up with the herd during the running of the horses, the kickoff event to the North American Indian Days Powwow in Browning.
Kipp, a Vietnam veteran, was an early champion of traditional practices to help returning service members.
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We know our troops are coming home and we also know theyre doing to
have PTSD. Will we be prepared, or will we be reactive?
Dancers make the grand entry during the North American Indian Days Powwow in Browning, led by the color guard. Once the dancers have entered, they
circle the color guard while a flag song is sung by a drum group. Veterans receive honors and respect at ceremonies in Indian country.
They know that you probably saw and did some terrible
things, he says. The warrior ceremony brings you back.
The ceremonies were not a perfect salve; Rides at the Door
continued to drink heavily for a time after returning to Browning
and going through the rituals. But on a fundamental level, he
says, it began a healing process that continues to this day.
Theres your warrior modeand youre not supposed to be
that way in normal society, he says. I did the bundle. I dont
feel perfect. I dont feel like I am the way I was before. But I feel
it gave me back my soul.
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