Two short stories I've written were published; though not by me. I've written eight manuscripts and given them as gifts to certain individuals and families I've known who underwent extremely traumatic life-changing events. This one is a first hand telling about a man whose youth was that of an abused and tortured captive only to be abandoned at an early age and to fall through society's cracks into streets beset by gangs and sexual predators. This tells of his going on to become a highly decorated and publicized combat veteran and some of the excursions he was part of while in-country, especially Iraq. Only, to be discharged and return to a life of being homeless where he meets a wife, faces down a gangland threat only to lose his wife while his identity is being assumed. In ruin, he takes his newborn son and raises that son in the only world he knows, homelessness. Where he still resides though his son is able to leave his world and go to college. It tells how his faith protects his son from the unending and recurring visions of brutality accompanying the screams within his mind. This is my best gift to that son, my son. I now share what I did not during his youth so he might have rest within the knowledge that his father is a homeless man.