Still Here

Van De Lay, Roman

ISBN 13: 9798272342010

Published by Independently published, 2025

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Bibliographic Details

• Title: Still Here
• Publisher: Independently published
• Publication Date: 2025
• Language: English
• ISBN 13: 9798272342010
• Binding: Soft cover
• Condition: As New

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Synopsis

Still Here is not a war story. It’s a what happens after story — the part nobody puts on recruiting posters. Mark Maddox came home from Iraq with his body mostly intact and his mind quietly on fire. He’s done the whole Greatest Generation routine — grit your teeth, shut up, pretend the nightmares are just “noise.” It’s worked about as well as you’d expect. His marriage is gone, his kids barely call, and his closest relationship is with a bottle and a loaded 9mm on the kitchen table.

Enter a court-ordered “writing group” for veterans — yes, the exact kind of feel-good therapy circle he swore he’d rather chew glass than join. It’s where he meets a squad of beautifully broken idiots just like himself: a Marine who jokes his way around grief, a nurse who’s held more dying hands than she’ll ever admit, and a sheriff’s deputy who’s seen enough hurt to recognize when someone’s trying not to drown. They don’t fix each other. They don’t hold hands and sob in unison. They just sit in the same fire long enough to realize they’re not burning alone.

As the group chips away at the armor he’s welded to himself, Mark starts writing down the things he never said — especially to the soldier who didn’t make it home. The words don’t come clean or poetic, but they come honest, and that turns out to be more dangerous than bullets. Healing, it turns out, isn’t heroic. It’s humiliating. It’s boring. It’s sitting in a gas-station parking lot at 2AM deciding not to die today.

In the end, Still Here is a story about the tiny, ugly kind of hope — the kind that looks like showing up, answering the phone, lighting a candle, writing a letter, and choosing — just today, just this once — to stay. No miracle cures. No Hollywood monologues. Just a man who could have been gone… but isn’t.

Because sometimes survival doesn’t look triumphant.
Sometimes it just looks like still being here.