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In 2005, the opening of the Wounded Warrior Barracks was very popular with the media. We had many dozens of articles. Too many to remember. Here are a few about the Barracks.

 

Colonel Offers a Helping Hand

Donald Ferguson, a member of the Marines' walking wounded, helps his comrades.

By David Zucchino
Times Staff Writer
July 31, 2005


Camp Lejeune, N.C.
A hospital therapist pressed down hard against a ridge of crimson scar tissue on the shattered left leg of

 

Marine Lance Cpl. Donald Ferguson. The corporal gritted his teeth.

His face red and contorted, Ferguson tried to snap to attention as a Marine lieutenant colonel approached. The officer's hair was cropped close on top and shaved on the sides, revealing a jagged pink scar across his left temple from a combat wound.

"Relax, relax," Lt. Col. Tim Maxwell said, 

Continue.... 2005 LA Times

Beginning a new mission


July 03,2005

ROSELEE PAPANDREA  
Jacksonville Daily News STAFF

Nine months ago, Marine Lt. Col. Tim Maxwell could barely speak. His right side didn't work - none of it from his vision down to his foot. Thoughts got jumbled in his brain. His left arm was almost useless.

Doctors initially told his wife that his brain might never work better than a second-grader's. There was talk about his eventual discharge from the Marine Corps.

It seemed like a natural response. Maxwell, an operations officer with the 24th Marine Expeditionary Unit, survived a bomb exploding near his tent in Iraq. His head, face and arm were the target of shrapnel.

Continue.... 2005 J-Ville Daily News 

 Place for Wounded Warriors

08:35 AM CDT on Sunday, May 28, 2006

By GRETEL C. KOVACH / The Dallas Morning News
JIM MAHONEY/DMN

CAMP LEJEUNE, N.C. – Lt. Col. Timothy Maxwell prided himself on being a hard-core Marine, a square-jawed, straight-talking devil dog who demanded the utmost of his grunts.

He was a tough son of a gun on his third tour in Iraq who thought nothing could rattle him. Then mortar shrapnel pierced his brain.

"Suddenly, when you’re wounded, you know nothing. There is the confusion and the pills and feeling isolated from your squad,” said the 41-year-old Col. Maxwell, former operations officer for the 24th Marine Expeditionary Unit.The hard-charging officer from Dallas found himself in an empty hospital room one morning far from the battlefield, crying tears of rage and fear.

“I was alone,” he said, and that tormented him most of all.

A Marine never faces battle alone, he thought. The battle to heal should be no 

different. 

Continue.... 2006 Dallas Morning News

VFW Magazine (Sept 2006) 

Wounded Warriors Heal Together
Camp Lejeune in North Carolina opened the first wounded warriors barracks to lift Marines’ morale and help wounded service members return to active duty or transition out of the Marine Corps.

By Kara Petrovic

As more and more Marines—wounded by roadside bombs and in shootings—continue to return from Iraq, they are surrounding themselves with other wounded Marines to share in their final phases of recovery. 

In September 2005, North Carolina’s Camp Lejeune welcomed six Marines wounded in Iraq as the first residents of the first-of-its-kind wounded warrior barracks. The barracks, called Maxwell Hall, officially opened in November 2005. Today, 35 Marines live and work together, and call Maxwell Hall home. 
The barracks—named after Lt. Col. Timothy Maxwell, who sustained severe brain damage after mortar shrapnel pierced his brain—brings the hurting together to heal together.  

Continue.... 2006 VFW Magazine

Best & Brightest 2007

Wounded Battalion

Tim Maxwell did six combat tours over the years before he lost some of his brain in Iraq. He couldn’t command warriors anymore, so he created something new, a barracks, which became a regiment, of wounded marines like himself.By Mike Sager

Eugene Richards

Ringo and Wildman are kickin' it with Jo Jo, Hazy, Sergeant D, and the rest of the Devil Dogs in the rec room at Maxwell Hall when who should come through the hatch but the old man himself, Lieutenant Colonel Tim Maxwell, the guy for whom the barracks was named.

Thick shouldered and squared away, Maxwell is dressed in his digital cammies -- the sleeves of his tunic rolled cleanly to his biceps, the trouser cuffs banded securely around the shanks of his sand-colored suede combat boots -- the uniform of the day aboard Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. Forty-two years old with nineteen years in (twenty-three if you count ROTC), Maxwell did five deployments overseas without a scratch. Then one afternoon in 2004, three months into his sixth, near the southern Iraqi town of Iskandariyah, he decided to take a power nap -- fifteen minutes after chow. He'd heard about it somewhere: Many leaders through history had done the same, a short pause to refresh.

Continue.... Esquire 2007