Kyle-E Unlikely

Kyle-E Unlikely This page is to exhibit and store my personal blogs and writings while I compile into publication.

Literally the first Rancid song I had heard, and fell in love with the sound.
06/11/2026

Literally the first Rancid song I had heard, and fell in love with the sound.

"The Punk Band That Wasn't Formed For Fame But To Save A Life: The Hidden Genesis Of Rancid. In the early 1990s, the Berkeley punk scene was a world of cheap thrills and even cheaper living. But for Tim Armstrong, guitarist and vocalist of the legendary ska-punk band Operation Ivy, the party was over in the most devastating way imaginable. After Op Ivy's sudden split, Armstrong fell into a deep, dark pit of depression and alcohol abuse, a battle he has since bravely detailed. He became homeless, lost almost everything, and suffered multiple hospitalizations due to his heavy drinking. Watching his childhood best friend self-destruct was Matt Freeman, the band's bassist. But Freeman didn't just watch; he made a courageous, unheard-of move. He told Armstrong he was tired of seeing his friend break his heart, starting a band together, getting drunk and getting screwed. He refused to officially start a new band with him until Armstrong could prove he was one year sober. This wasn't a record deal negotiation; it was a lifeline thrown by a desperate friend. Armstrong accepted the challenge, joining the Salvation Army's rehabilitation program. When he emerged, clean and focused, Freeman was blown away. He later recalled the moment like a scene from a 'Rocky movie,' telling his friend, 'let's get to work!'. That work became Rancid, a band forged not in the fires of ambition, but in the holy water of brotherhood and redemption. The band's name itself became a symbol of that resurrection, and their 1994 breakthrough single, 'Salvation,' was directly inspired by Armstrong's harrowing yet hopeful journey through rehab. That iconic song, with its shout-along chorus of 'Salvation! Salvation! Salvation is free!', was never just a catchy hook; it was a personal victory lap, a middle finger to the demons that had tried so hard to claim him. How many other life-saving friendships have been hiding in plain sight, disguised as legendary rock bands? "

05/10/2026

It was some time in the early 2000’s, I was staying in one of those tribal hotels in Southern California, while doing some work out of town.

The office usually put me up in decent hotels, but this one was probably the only nice one around, and it stood some 20 stories over the rest of the buildings in the area.

The Morongo Resort and Casino towered high over the rest of the town like a beacon. I found it convenient to not have to use gps to get back to my room after the meeting. I liked the place well enough, I guess.

The following morning I hit up the complimentary breakfast the hotel provided. Besides I wanted to go inspect some homes, collect enough data to prove my worth, then head back to San Diego in time to feed my reptiles before the meeting tonight.

That’s when I saw him, that familiar face on a tv show I watched about a traveling bounty hunter, a native character Branscombe Richmond with a white sidekick. Pretty cool, but I didn’t want to disturb him while ordering breakfast, I felt that was tacky, so I stayed in my seat, and dipped my toast into my eggs.

That’s when I heard it plain as day, one of the wait staff told Branscombe he looked familiar and I figured once he was recognized, it would break the ice, and I’d grab an autograph. Or so I thought.

The waiter, insisting that Branscombe Richmond looked so familiar, that he asked him if “he worked here?!”

S**t! I felt bad for the dude, one of the largest grossing native actors in the previous year, and this idiot thinks he’s one of the staff at the casino!

In true vo**ur fashion, I kept to myself, and stopped making eye contact with him. I didn’t want to have to explain to this dude that the guys was privy a 4star guest. Damn

No freakin love from the wait staff. 🤷‍♂️🤦

Pinky Swear! ❤️
05/03/2026

Pinky Swear! ❤️

Unapologetic AF.
04/15/2026

Unapologetic AF.

Figure out who you are, optimize who you are, and don’t apologize for who you are

One of the most difficult transitions I’ve endured was going from Army to civilian life. I was a young soldier at 20, tr...
03/30/2026

One of the most difficult transitions I’ve endured was going from Army to civilian life.
I was a young soldier at 20, trying to function in a life I fled at 17.

And then it happened again in my 40’s when I moved away from the department where I had ascended to Chief, obtaining every certification in reach, to a hyper vigilant civilian, in a town where the local good-ole-boys department didn’t want an outsider with my ambition in their ranks.
They still don’t! 😂

Abandoning the Tribe — why transition out of military and first via Linked-In

March 27, 2026
I had seen the cliff coming for six months before I fell off it. I thought I'd prepared well.

I was wrong.

Fourteen years in the army. The last five in Special Operations. Four tours of Afghanistan. I was physically relatively uninjured, apparently psychologically intact, financially prepared, and moving back to a newly built house near family. By any measure I had set myself up well.

Within six months, I was coming apart.

What followed was years of trying to understand why. Not just the symptoms — the nightmares, the hypervigilance, the rage in crowded places — but the deeper thing underneath. The thing that felt less like trauma and more like grief.

I was grieving the person I used to be. And I had absolutely no idea how to become the new person I'd apparently become overnight when I took the uniform off for the last time.

It took me years and a significant amount of research to understand the psychology of what actually happened. When I finally did, it made complete sense. I'm sharing it here because I think it will make sense to a lot of you too.

The distillation of society
Military and First Responder recruitment doesn't just select people. It distils them. The physical, psychological and cognitive requirements for entry filter out a significant portion of the broader population. The successful recruit enters not as a representative sample of society but as a member of a genuinely higher-functioning cohort in the attributes required for the role.

Here's the part that matters: once inside that cohort, you recalibrate. The broader societal bell curve disappears from view. Your new cohort becomes your norm. High and low performance are now defined relative to your unit, not relative to society at large.

This process repeats itself with each career milestone — promotion, posting, selection for specialised units. Each time, the individual recalibrates upward.

The consequence of this is that when a military member eventually leaves and re-enters the broader civilian population, they are returning to a bell curve they long ago stopped benchmarking against — and one that can feel frustratingly unfamiliar.

Social Identity Theory — why the Tribe becomes everything
Military and First Responder training is explicitly designed to strip away former civilian identity. The military objective, as described in the academic literature, is to "strip away the vestiges of civilian identity and transform men and women into soldiers." This isn't incidental — it's the point.

What is operating psychologically during this process is Social Identity Theory. We define ourselves in relation to our groups. The more we invest in a group, the more our identity becomes fused with it. In military and first responder contexts, this fusion goes deep — shared risk, shared sacrifice, shared language, shared dark humour that nobody outside the tribe would understand.

The psychological concept here is Identity Fusion — "a visceral feeling of oneness with the group wherein the personal self joins with the social self and the borders between the two become porous."

Rudyard Kipling captured it in one line:

"For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack."

When you are fused with a group at this level, you will do things for that group — sacrifice comfort, safety, even your life — that you would never do for a mere employer.

Contingent Self-Esteem — when your worth lives in one domain
The third piece of the puzzle is what psychologists call Contingent Self-Esteem: the experience of deriving your entire sense of self-worth from performance in a single life domain.

In an elite military or first responder role, your self-worth becomes inseparable from your performance in that role — as evaluated not just by yourself, but by the people in your unit whose opinion matters most to you.

When you're performing well and receiving the respect of people you deeply respect, your self-worth is high. When you're not — or when the role itself is removed — your overall sense of self-worth collapses with it.

The unplugging
When these three things are operating simultaneously — Social Identity Theory, Identity Fusion, and Contingent Self-Esteem — the individual has, over years of service, become comprehensively moored to their military or first responder identity.

The moment of discharge or retirement unplugs all three at once.

You are removed from the group your identity is fused with. You are removed from the domain your self-worth depends on. And you are inserted into the very out-group — civilians — that your in-group spent years defining itself against.

When I looked back at my transition through this lens, it wasn't surprising that I struggled. What was surprising was that anyone expected it to be straightforward.

This isn't just a military problem
Everything I've described applies equally to law enforcement, paramedics, firefighters, correctional officers and any other high-identity, high-cohesion occupation where the work becomes the person.

It's also worth noting that research suggests 44–72% of veterans experience significant transition stress — difficulties with employment, relationships, adjustment to civilian life — regardless of whether they have a PTSD diagnosis. The majority of first su***de attempts by veterans occur post-separation, not during service.

We have built an entire support infrastructure around PTSD. We have built almost nothing around transition stress — which affects a far larger percentage of people leaving service.

The starting point is understanding
I'm not going to wrap this up with a neat solution. Transition is complex and the rebuild takes time. But in my experience — and in the experience of the veterans and first responders I've worked with — the single most useful thing is simply being able to name what's happening.

You're not weak. You're not broken. You're not failing to be resilient.

You're a highly trained, deeply tribal human being who has been unplugged from everything that gave your life structure, identity and meaning — overnight, with almost no preparation or support.

That's not a personal failure. It's a predictable psychological response to an objectively brutal set of circumstances.

If you want to go deeper on the practical roadmap for navigating it, I've put together a free chapter and Transition Suck Factor calculator that gives you a personalised score across the 9 key factors that predict how hard transition will hit. [link in comments section]

03/24/2026

Know your worth & never fu***ng forget it!

Need a meeting tonight?
02/24/2026

Need a meeting tonight?

Tonight, February 23, 2026 at 7:00 pm is The End of the Road AA Group Meeting. Come support this open meeting. Address is on the flyer.

02/22/2026

Many truths, that are retained in the eye of the beholder.

I once had a mentor in the fire service that said “practice doesn’t make perfect, practice makes permanent”
01/04/2026

I once had a mentor in the fire service that said “practice doesn’t make perfect, practice makes permanent”

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