He woke up two months later, attached to a ventilator with staples stretching from the left side of his chest around to his back. Greathouse, a mighty soldier weighing a solid 215 pounds before the medical emergency, was by then 100 pounds lighter, unable to move his arms or feel anything below his hips. He had suffered a brain injury due to the lack of oxygen, and the exposure had caused organ failure and extensive damage to his lungs. Doctors estimated Greathouse had a somber 2% chance of survival. His mother was sent an emergency message warning of her son’s impending death, along with an American flag to be draped over his coffin. “On paper, I shouldn’t be here,” said Greathouse. He survived, but as he relearned to walk, write and use the bathroom, one thing became clear: His days of being a soldier in the U.S. Army were numbered. “I don’t know if I cried so hard in my entire life,” he added. “Everything I knew was ripped away from me.” The decade that followed included struggles with alcohol abuse, thoughts of suicide and unbearable guilt that he had somehow let his country, his unit and himself down. But that changed in 2011, when staff at the Hershel “Woody” Williams VA Medical Center in Huntington, W.Va., introduced him to recreational therapy on a whitewater rafting excursion down the Gauley River. At first, he was skeptical that help was possible. “I figured I’d go there, piss somebody off and never go again,” said Greathouse, who was then contemplating suicide. “I wasn’t planning on being here much longer.” But something unexpected happened. As the raft shot down the rapids, with water splashing his face, Greathouse gained back a glimpse of what he found in the Army that he’d lost as a disabled veteran—comradery. An instructor’s voice shouted commands to everyone in the watercraft, and something clicked with Greathouse. “I was part of a team again,” he said. “That lit my pilot light; it brings a smile to my face every time I think about it.” The renewed sense of purpose and belonging was short-lived, however, until he participated in his first DAV.ORG | DAV | @DAVHQ | DAVHQ | National Disabled Winter Sports Clinic in Snowmass, Colo., in 2012. “I took in everything DAV has to offer in Colorado,” said Greathouse, who was the recipient of the event’s 2017 DAV Freedom Award for his remarkable spirit in the face of injury. “‘Miracle on the mountainside’— that’s an understatement.” “You get a group of vets together trying to do the same thing, and something magical happens,” said Brent Sturm, a recreational therapist who’s worked with Greathouse extensively. “They communicate, they support each other, and they become friends.” But not only did Greathouse conquer seemingly unbeatable odds to survive, he also remains an inspiration and something of a local celebrity to On paper, I shouldn’t be here. Greathouse recovering in Germany after waking up from a coma that lasted two months, following what he was told was exposure to unidentified chemical weapons. It was the beginning of a long, arduous journey that nearly claimed his life. the patients and staff at the Williams VAMC, where he’s volunteered more than 5,100 hours since 2015— 3,400 as a DAV volunteer. In addition to the thousands of volunteer hours Greathouse has under his belt as a peer mentor, he’s also spoken to over 1,700 veterans and VA staff COMPANY/DAVHQ | DISABLEDVETERANS 11