One Military Mom's Struggle with PTSD

More than 230,000 women have served in Iraq and Afghanistan. And though they were barred from direct combat, they did not escape trauma. A retired lieutenant colonel who says she “loved the first Gulf war” now struggles against a personal enemy so fierce, it makes her afraid to hug her own grandchildren

By Louise Farr
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Meditation, prayer and talk therapy are some of the methods Milonas uses to cope with post-traumatic stress disorder.
Photograph: Jodi Bieber

Fake flames flicker in the hotel’s electric fireplace, and Milonas—an attractive, heavyset woman dressed carefully in a soft corduroy skirt suit, tan cowboy boots and an armful of golden bangles—sits in a satin wing chair and talks about life before wartime.

The third of four children, Milonas grew up near her grandparents’ farm in Yorktown, Virginia. Her father worked in a shipyard, her mother at a naval weapons station. Her late stepfather served in the air force, and one of her sisters, an RN, is an air force captain. Milonas attended college nearby, at historically black Hampton University. “My military career was going to be glamorous,” she recalls with a wry smile. “My big escape, taking me far away from home.” Her first post was Fort Dix, New Jersey.

She seems surprisingly relaxed. But then a loud whirring noise reverberates through the lobby. “I can’t tell where it’s coming from,” Milonas says, her eyes alarmed behind her glasses. It’s only a housekeeper vacuuming a hallway, but hypersensitivity to noise is another symptom of PTSD.

The plan was to make the military her career. Then, at Fort Dix, she met infantryman Kevin Milonas and fell for his green eyes, his smile and the kindness she sensed in him. He’d been married before and had custody of his three kids. “Robin was outgoing and adventurous,” Kevin would later tell me. “She liked to travel and go to events. She had a deep interest in me and what I was going through as a single father, and I found that very fascinating and comforting.”

They married; Kevin was transferred to Fort Lewis, and she got herself reassigned to go with him. The children were still young, and two parents in the military was, she says, “too much.” Kevin was further along—a master sergeant—so rather than re-enlist when her time was up, Robin became a special-ed teacher and joined the reserves. She spent one weekend each month with a transportation unit, preparing for war but never expecting to actually fight one. Then the 1990–91 Gulf War broke out, and Milonas was deployed to the Middle East while her husband remained home with the children for nearly a year. “It crushed his poor little ego,” she says with a laugh.

Milonas had just made major; the second-highest-ranking officer in her unit, she was excited to be taking a group of young soldiers to rebuild the airport in Kuwait. “I enjoyed the adventure, not knowing what was going to happen next,” she says. “There’s that feeling you get, that adrenaline rush.” Her commander was a woman, as was the company training officer. “We felt we were invincible,” Milonas says. “I was successful in my job. I loved the first war.”

As Milonas advanced and was promoted to lieutenant colonel, her duties fell under the Special Forces command, where she was now focused on intelligence and outreach—“winning the hearts and minds of the public,” as she puts it—work that would require her to have close contact with civilians during her next deployment. “I thought it was going to be like the first Gulf War,” she says.

“I didn’t know I was going to be exposed to so much trauma and mutilation.”

AFTER ARRIVING in Afghanistan in January 2004, Milonas was first stationed in Kabul, where she met Karzai and was a liaison to the Minister of Women’s Affairs during the run-up to an International Women’s Day program in March. “It wasn’t until I went to Bagram air base [a few months later] and was at the grassroots level that things began to affect me,” Milonas says.

Pained by the poverty she saw outside the base, she hired locals for jobs on the post and brought children in to earn money helping at a weekend bazaar and to learn Tae Kwon Do at a mini club that troops had organized. She set Kevin—by then retired from the military and working for Boeing—to buying tiny sneakers to send over.

First Published May 24, 2011

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Paula 05.28.2011

I have great respect for Robin Milonas. She is to be admired for her strength, leadership, and courage as a soldier who served in our US Military. I congratulate Milonas on her journey of perseverance and efforts toward overcoming PDST. Like Milonas, my father, a WWII US Marine Veteran, worked very hard to gain disability benefits for his tooth decay he acquired oversees from the food supply of sugar cane. Unlike Milonas, my father is still trying to gain the disability benefits for this. After much effort with Dr's letters, exams, etc. but to no avail. I am thoroughly proud of my father's US Military service, as well. As he is one of the first US Montford Point Marines (a Black American Unit who served in WWII in the Pacific). Thank you for sharing your story. I wish you ALL the Best in your continued journey!


Sorry for your trauma and let downs.I'm a vet that has been there and it's hard to explain what you have witness to others that just don't know the hardships of war .We have seen the worse that humanity has to show us but we are suppose to let it go and live a nornal life.Yeah right.We have giving the best of our selves and then we are put out there in the wind.People in the world think that we are nornal but they don't know how wrong they are.We are in need of help to cope with the nightmares that we've see and have to live with from day to day sometimes every hour or every minute.

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