Category Archives: Soul

A Warrior and His Soul – The Initial Rally Point- by chris cannida

Posted on June 6, 2014 by chris cannida

Original piece written 6.6.2014 – When I first wrote this piece I couldn’t recall the name of the veteran I mention in this story.  I eventually confirmed his first name was Kenneth.  I’ve learned that Kenneth has since passed.  My gratitude … Continue reading →

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Making Sense of Tragedy

Posted on April 5, 2014 by chris cannida

April 2, 2014, a Ft. Hood soldier took a gun and began firing, changing some lives forever.  Then, he turned that gun on himself.    And once again, as a society, we begin a frantic search for why.  The temptation to … Continue reading →

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The Mandate of a Heart – Holding Warriors’ Stories

Posted on March 17, 2014 by chris cannida

“Without a witness, it just disappears.” – the character of Charles in Taking Chance  The 2009 movie Taking Chance is based on the true story of Lt. Colonel Michael Strobl, a Marine officer who escorted the body of a fallen Marine, … Continue reading →

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A Warrior and His Soul – The Initial Rally Point written by chris cannida June 6, 2014

Posted on February 28, 2014 by chris cannida

Addition: When I first wrote this piece, the 70th anniversary of D-Day hadn’t approached.  At the time, I wasn’t sure of the name of the veteran I mention in this story.  I recently confirmed that his first name was Kenneth.  I … Continue reading →

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Dear Mom, Wish You Were Here

Posted on December 24, 2013 by chris cannida

Christmas, 2013. The first Christmas of my life without mom on earth. She passed away on the first day of Spring that year. Oddly, I’m glad it was a day easily marked by the calendar. I didn’t want to forget the last time … Continue reading →

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