Memorial
Fun-loving. Light-hearted. Laid back. Loyal. That is the Mills I knew. As a child I spent more than my fair share of time with Mills as I was best friends with his sister, Anna, and he was best friends with my little brother. The four of us spent hours upon hours that mounted into [...]
Courage Within Me
Dear Hidden Wounds supporter, I have been incredibly pleased with the growth of Hidden Wounds in the short time since its creation. While I recognize that it become a business that seeks to help and serve those who have paid the ultimate form of servitude to our country, I also think it is important to [...]
Mills’ First Kill: The Beginning
Let me tell you about my first kill, so you can understand the way death may or may not affect the living party. It took place in Hit, Iraq, on February 13th, 2006. I was on point, patrolling south, and searching for IEDs on the Main Service Road. I was doing everything a 19 year old does [...]
A Father’s Memory…
Mills arrived after several false alarms, “John, your wife just called and said come home, the baby is on the way!” And back home I would drive as fast as possible until on April 8, 1986 Mills finally arrived. There are many fine excellent memories of my son, but I never could have imagined his [...]