Who Are You – Tobey Kai


Using music as rehabilitation, a talented Calgary musician overcomes a Traumatic Brain Injury, and is an inspiration for others.

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Before last year my social media experience was limited to Facebook, but that changed last year when I decided that the time had come for me to do something different with my life. Having a larger presence on social media would go a long way towards accomplishing the things that I wanted to do, so I now have accounts across several platforms.

An Instagram account was a no brainer, and I soon found out that there was more to this app than just the Kardashians and other assorted “influencers” (I can’t believe they get paid for this shit, honestly). As I scrolled through the accounts that Instagram thought I’d be interested in, one stood out.

I was first drawn in by her photo. She is possessed of those qualities that are highly desired by those shallower aspects that are inherent to men. In short I thought she was hot. I started to follow her and checked out her profile. She was a local girl with an incredible musical talent, university educated, and she had also suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury. I needed to find out more about this intriguing person, named Tobey Kai.

Natural talent

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From Tobey Kai’s Facebook page.

Tobey’s musical talents come naturally, both of her parents are musicians who came to Canada in the mid-’80’s. From a young age, she showed an interest in music, taking her first piano lesson at only 6years old. She says that her singing abilities came from her mother, who also sings opera.

The family would come to Calgary by way of Vancouver, and Tobey continued to study music, enhancing her natural born talent. She has a younger brother, and an “adopted sister” who has been in her life since her teen years.

You might think that Tobey would pursue a music education at the Alberta College of Art, but her interests also extend beyond music. Instead, she has not one but TWO bachelor’s degrees, and they have absolutely NOTHING to do with each other, holding degrees in biology and economics.

Animal lover

Courtesy Facebook


Equal to her passion for music is her passion for animals. She combines the two at her music studio where she gives private music and singing lessons. She has resident cats and dogs that will like to come and visit while she’s giving lessons, and she mentions this on her website giving anyone who might have allergies a heads up.

Conservation of the world’s oceans is another one of her causes and she is an advocate for the world’s sharks, whose populations have nearly been wiped out in Asia due to poaching. Shark fin soup has long been a delicacy in some Asian countries, but ever decreasing numbers have led to the dish been banned.

All life is precious. Meet Freyja, one of my many daughters I’ve had the honour of caring for over the years. A ferocious predator (not unlike a shark), but has never struck me because I haven’t given her reason to. 
Don’t be afraid of what you don’t understand. 

To her, all life is precious, and she would soon come to know just exactly how very precious it is. On the home page of her website, you can listen to a song she wrote called “Ondine”, which she has dedicated to ocean and shark conservation.

A cagey polyglot

As if all of this weren’t impressive enough, she also speaks fluent German. I figure that she would be able to carry out lengthy conversations in at least three languages: English, Mandarin, and German. I ask her how many languages she can speak, and she’s coy about answering saying only that she “does dabble in a few languages”. Based on what I’ve learned about her so far, it wouldn’t surprise me to find out that she could single-handedly interpret a meeting of the UN Security Council.


Touched by Alzheimers

In 2017 Tobey began writing a song about her grandfather, whom she lost to Alzheimer’s disease. Called “Who Are You”, it recounts her grandfather’s final words to her “Who are you, young lady? Are you lost?” It is a poignant song about an experience that many families go through, and can relate to. It would be several months before she would record the song however. At the beginning of 2018, something would happen that had a lasting and profound effect on her life.

Who Are You – Written for Alzheimer’s and brain injury awareness.

Everything changes in an instant

For Tobey, recreation is something done outdoors no matter what season it is and whether it’s on a bike or a snowboard, physical activity is just as much a part of her life as music. She’s as much at home on the back of a bicycle as she is on a snowboard, and it was while enjoying a day on the latter that things would change forever.

Sunday, January 14th was a pleasant day to be in the mountains, with temperatures only a couple degrees below zero. Deciding to take advantage of the beautiful weather, Tobey decided to go snowboarding at Nakiska that day. At the end of her first run, when she got to the bottom of the hill, she slipped and fell to the ground.

Moments later a skier collided with her, impacting her left temple. Almost immediately, she knew that something was very wrong. She had lost feeling below her neck, her fingers were twitching, and she knew that she was bleeding from somewhere underneath her helmet. Emergency crews were able to stabilize her and transport her to Calgary by ground ambulance. She remembers much of the hour long ride back to the city, but some memories are gone.

Subarachnoid hemorrhage

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Your brain is covered by a thick, fibrous membrane called dura mater. Beneath the dura mater is the archnoid mater, under which cerebralspinal fluid helps to cushion the brain. A tear in a blood vessel can cause blood to accumulate in this space, putting pressure on the brain. Surgery may have to be performed to drain the blood and stop the hemorraging.

The odds of making a full recovery are against someone with a subarachnoid hemorrage as only one third of patients will have a good out come, another third will survive but with a disability, and the remaining third will die.

Nothing short of miraculous

For a very brief time Tobey was comatose, but she wouldn’t be unconscious for long. For the first few weeks, she was unable to walk and had to re-learn how. Her neck was also injured, and she would find talking painful. She began to wonder if she would ever sing again. But she persevered, and began to use music as rehabilitation.

To say that her recovery was miraculous would be an understatement. She learned to walk again and has been able to not only speak but return to singing the way she did before the accident. Only six months after the incident at Nakiska, Tobey appeared in the local media and performed “Who Are You” live. She looked as though nothing had happened at all.

She did not make a complete recovery however. She lost her short-term memory, something that she says is the one thing she regrets losing the most. She has also lost her sense of taste, and as is to be expected after a TBI, she has had some personality changes.

I ask her if her physical fitness had anything to do with how quick she was able to recover. She attributes it more to mental fitness, sheer determination, and stubbornness. I’d say she has the mental fitness to win an Ironman marathon while the competition eating her dust.

Most of all though, she credits music for pulling her through and giving her the motivation. She was composing again before she was allowed off bed rest. She also credits her life experiences for being able to maintain a sense of calmness through it all.

A song dedicated to our troops, our veterans, and their families.

On Remembrance Day 2018 Tobey released a new single titled “Time”. It is her emotional tribute to our active duty personnel, our veterans, and their families. Together, “Time” and “Who Are You” would make the perfect anthem for those verterans with the Acquired Brain Injury (ABI) caused by mefloquine toxicity.

People like Tobey are very rare to find. With natural talent and beauty, a social conscience, an amazingly resilient brain, and the ability to inspire others, we are lucky to have someone like her.

In the future, when history recounts those individuals who have had a major impact on Calgary, and were among this country’s brightest shining stars, the historians will count Tobey Kai among them.



Please Bear With Me, I Have a Busy Week

Veteran’s Mefloquine Rally, Canadian Walk for Veterans, and interview with retired CF senior officer within the span of seven days.

6th Annual Veterans Mefloquine Rally

An emotional moment as Yorkton-Melville MP Cathay Wagantall helps present advocate Kentrina Jenkins with a special quilt.

It was a very successful weekend in Saskatoon where people came from far away to be with us at Saturday’s information session and the 6th Veteran’s Mefloquine Rally on Sunday, and with plenty to write about I will be doing so in two parts.

Some drove a few hours to get to us, while two of the people there had flown in all the way from Daytona Beach, Florida. Erin Mercer was a Peace Corps volunteer who took mefloquine in 2009, and she made the trip to Saskatoon along with her mother Susan, to share her story and to meet others who have their lives altered because of mefloquine, which went by the brand name Lariam.

We also heard from attorney Paul Miller, who talked about where things are at regarding the mass tort action against the Government of Canada.

Canadian Walk for Veterans.

This weekend the fifth annual Canadian Walk for Veterans will be happening at various locations across the country and by many people virtually. I will be at the walk in Calgary on Saturday to participate and honour the interpreters who have stood shoulder to shoulder beside Canadian forces in Afghanistan and elsewhere. I look forward to being there and seeing some familiar faces.


As I mentioned earlier I will be sitting down to have a conversation with a retired Canadian Forces senior officer, so this is also adding to my current workload, but believe me I am not complaining about it. I am aiming to have this ready for broadcast in about a week but possibly sooner, so stay tuned for further details.

Thanks for your understanding, you’ll start seeing this great content starting next week.

Interview With Former CF Officer: Update

All-inclusive interview to be aired at a later date.

I had intended to show an interview with a former Canadian Forces senior officer over the weekend at the Veteran’s Mefloquine Rally in Saskatoon, but due to some technical difficulties was not able to do so.

In addition to this, the interview was originally only going to be about mefloquine but it was decided that it would also touch on a number of other subjects as well.

Therefore, I will be posting this interview at a later date, but I will also be trying to get it out as soon as it is possible for me to do so.

I look forward to sharing this groundbreaking interview with you in the very near future.

I Am Interviewing A Former Canadian Forces Senior Officer Who Is Suing The Government of Canada With Other Veterans

First officer to discuss mefloquine damage since Romeo Dallaire.

A former Canadian Forces senior officer has agreed to sit down and talk with me about his mefloquine ordeal, the first officer to go public about this since Lt.Gen.(Ret.) Romeo Dallaire opened up in 2019 when he announced that he was among the plaintiffs in a mass tort lawsuit by veterans against the Government of Canada.

I will be premiering this interview on Saturday, September 17th, during the mefloquine information session in Saskatoon, which I will be live streaming on Facebook Live.

Family Releases Earl Burns’ Service Information

Wakes in Prince Albert and the James Smith Cree Nation before funeral Saturday, September 17th.

Courtesy Vanessa Burns: Facebook

The family of Earl Burns has released the details of his planned memorial. There was a wake service held today at the Prince Albert Recreation Centre in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan. Earl’s body will then travel to the James Smith Cree Nation where he will lie in wake until the funeral service on Saturday morning at 11am.

Canadian Veteran’s Advocacy Community Rocked By Loss

Sgt.(Ret.) Tyson Bowen lost his battle against PTSD.

Last week had been an incredibly long and unbelievably hellish week, filled with tragedy and sadness and death. For myself, I would say that it began over the weekend of the 3rd and 4th when I saw this video posted by veteran Jeremy McKenzie on Instagram. I knew the moment that I watched it that I would be writing about it because what he says is very powerful and moving, and it should be heard by all.

At this point I still wasn’t sure as to who McKenzie was talking about, however, it wasn’t long before the word began to spread within the advocacy community and I discovered who had been lost.

Sgt.(Ret.) Tyson Bowen

Tyson Bowen, founder of retreat for veterans, passes away


Tyson Bowen created Real Canadian Recreation in rural Pictou County as a place for veterans suffering from PTSD to find healing.

Sgt.(Ret.) Tyson Bowen was only 35 years old when he lost his life, leaving behind a wife and two young daughters. He was a member of the Royal Canadian Regiment and served deployments in Afghanistan in 2007 and again in 2010. He was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD and medically released in 2018.

Following his release, he returned to rural Pictou County Nova Scotia where he had grown up and would go on to found Real Canadian Recreation. It was a place he envisioned would be an eco-friendly sanctuary, where others like him could go to find healing and solace. His efforts were felt within the community where he had become a respected citizen, and his loss has dealt it a devastating blow.

The shocking suddenness.

Courtesy: Stephen Beardwood Facebook

He had been in a group conversation with about a dozen other people in the hours before he took his own life, showing no apparent indications that he was in distress. He was, by all accounts sounding happy during that call, and gave no indications whatsoever that he was feeling depressed or suicidal. Overall it had been a positive meeting following the wrap-up of the second Veterans for Healing Song Camp the day before. Only hours after ending that call, Tyson Bowen’s lifeless body was discovered.

Stephen Beardwood

Stephen Beardwood was one of the people who were in that meeting. For Beardwood and the others who spoke with him in his final hours, word of his death struck like a bolt of lightning out of a clear blue sky. Shock and disbelief initially paralyzed him as his brain struggled to comprehend what it was that he had just heard, as it was subjected to this new and profound psychological trauma. It was still evident when I spoke with him a few days later.

Beardwood, like Tyson Bowen, had attended both songwriting camps in Nova Scotia, and he was at a loss to explain his friend’s sudden passing. He speculates that it may have been that Tyson wasn’t capable of being able to hit the pause button when the thought of suicide once again entered his mind. This often happens to people who were broken in the same way that Tyson was.

Col.(Ret.) Pat Stogran

Pat Stogran attended last year’s songwriting camp. He too was in a state of shock over the passing of Tyson Bowen, going so far as to ask if it was possible that he was murdered because the man he saw last was not one who appeared to be on the brink of suicide.

When I asked him if there was anything that he wanted to say, he sent me this statement:

“The body count for the ineptitude of the chain of command in Operation MEDUSA just went up by one. If anybody is considering joining the Canadian Armed Forces they should understand the risks. No General of Flag Officers have committed suicide, nor have they become advocated for effective veteran care. The military can be a lot of fun until somebody gets hurt! There are better ways of making a living and bringing up a happy healthy family.” I grieve for Tyson’s family. I salute my fallen comrade.”

Col.(Ret.) Pat Stogran

Paying the price.

Yes, the soldier pays the greater part of the bill. His family pays too. They pay it in the same heart-break that he does. As he suffers, they suffer. At nights, as he lay in the trenches and watched shrapnel burst about him, they lay home in their beds and tossed sleeplessly — his father, his mother, his wife, his sisters, his brothers, his sons, and his daughters.

When he returned home minus an eye, or minus a leg or with his mind broken, they suffered too — as much as and even sometimes more than he. Yes, and they, too, contributed their dollars to the profits of the munitions makers and bankers and shipbuilders and the manufacturers and the speculators made. They, too, bought Liberty Bonds and contributed to the profit of the bankers after the Armistice in the hocus-pocus of manipulated Liberty Bond prices.

And even now the families of the wounded men and of the mentally broken and those who never were able to readjust themselves are still suffering and still paying.

War is Hell, Chapter Three – Who Pays the Bills?

The words that Smedley Darlington Butler wrote nearly a century ago ring as true today as they did back then. It is the people like Tyson Bowen and his loved ones who have and are paying the price for somebody else’s war. People like Jeremy McKenzie, Stephen Beardwood, Pat Stogran, and countless others over the years have all paid this price, along with their families.

Nobody cares.

We ask those people who have volunteered to serve their country to do the heavy lifting whenever their government asks them to. Invariably, said heavy lifting is being done in the furtherance of our foreign policy agenda, though far too often it is done in furtherance of corporate agendas.

That being said, it is incumbent upon ALL of us to not only recognize the efforts of those who served and died but to ensure those people receive proper compensation for having been ordered to pay what can only be described as the ultimate price. Many governments over the years have paid our forces and veterans very short shrift, and WE as Canadians and electors owe it to them to demand better from the governments that we elect.

Meritorious Service Cross (Posthumous).

Typically, the individuals recommended for the Meritorious Service Cross have spent a number of years contributing to the community. There are however circumstances where those who may not have spent as long of a time contributing to the community should be recommended, and based on what I have learned about Tyson Bowen and the impact that he had on others, I would like to recommend him posthumously for the Meritorious Service Cross (Civilian).

Meritorious Service Decorations (Civil Division) recognize achievements in any field, from advocacy and health care services to research and humanitarian efforts. Recipients have tackled poverty in their community, improved education opportunities for children in Canada and abroad, or raised awareness of important causes and issues.


Why not nominate someone today? Anyone can do it, and there is no deadline for submissions.

  1. Think of an eligible candidate and tell us why they should receive one of the Meritorious Service Decorations (Civil Division). Be sure to outline the specific deed the candidate has done, for how long and the impact of their work on the community.
  2. Gather your candidate’s contact information to support your nomination.
  3. Gather the names and contact information of three references who can speak to the candidate’s achievements.

In order to complete the application, I will need the names and contact information of three references who can speak to Tyson’s achievements. I would ask anyone who would be able to do this to please contact me by email at ibmediacorp@gmail.com so that I can move forward with this as soon as possible.

Help is out there.

If you are thinking about suicide, I beg of you, please pause for just a moment and consider calling someone. Reach out to your local suicide hotline, call a friend or a buddy, or a family member, but please, please, please, remember the permanence that comes with the loss of life. No matter how dark things are, there is always hope in life.

For those of you who have pledged to do a “Buddy Check”, remember to take the time to do so. If you know someone who you feel may be at risk of suicide, take the time to contact them to do a “Buddy Check”, just to make sure they are doing okay and to let them know that you are around if they need you.

Requiescant in pace aeterna.

Stand down Sgt. Bowen, your tour of duty here is done. May you rest in eternal peace.

To Tyson Bowen’s family and many friends, my deepest condolences to you on this most devastating loss. May you all find peace and healing.

Saskatchewan Hero Deserves Regimental Funeral & a Posthumous Cross of Valour.

PPCLI veteran Earl Burns lost his life defending others on the James Smith Cree Nation.


Information is now starting to be released about the victims of the massacre that unfolded in Saskatchewan on the weekend, and one of those killed was a veteran of the Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry, my regimental family. Although it is still early days in the investigation, information released so far would indicate that Earl Burns died following an apparent struggle with his attacker or attackers.

Recommendation for a Posthumous Cross of Valour for Earl Burns and Gloria Burns.

By now, without a doubt, members of the PPCLI regimental family have begun reaching out to Earl Burns’ family to offer their assistance in accordance with the wishes of Earl’s family. I have little doubt that should his family ask, many of his brothers and sisters from other mothers and misters will step up to take care of things.

Now, I would ask for everyone else’s assistance in another matter, specifically,

Based on information released within the last day in the news media, I have reason to believe that EARL BURNS and GLORIA BURNS should each be recommended to receive a posthumous Cross of Valour (Civilian), for their actions on the morning of Sunday, September 4th, 2022, on the James Smith Cree Nation. 

Earl Burns — a veteran of the Canadian Armed Forces — was also among the 10 killed just before dawn on Sunday when a pair of attackers began entering homes on the James Smith Cree Nation and stabbing those inside.

Deborah McLean, Earl’s sister and a James Smith Cree Nation headwoman, told PA Now on Tuesday that her brother died protecting his family from the knife-wielding attackers. “My brother Earl Burns was a true hero. He fought til the death to protect his family,” she wrote in a message.


Still have questions? Please contact us at bravery-bravoure@gg.ca or call 1-800-465-6890 (toll-free).


I sent the message below to the office of the Governor-General, Her Excellency the Right Honourable Mary Simon, at the above email address, bravery-bravoure@gg.ca. They are in charge of the awarding of Canadian honours and decorations to those who have met the requirements for each individual honour. In addition, I sent carbon copies to justin.trudeau@parl.gc.ca and the Office of the Privy Council at info@pco-bcp.gc.ca.

I am asking that others do so as well, so I have left a copy of the message below that will only require you to fill out your name, email address, and phone number.

Subject: Posthumous Cross of Valour for Earl Burns and Gloria Burns.

Good afternoon,

Based on information released within the last day in the news media, I have reason to believe that EARL BURNS and GLORIA BURNS should each be recommended to receive a posthumous Cross of Valour (Civilian), for their actions on the morning of Sunday, September 4th, 2022, on the James Smith Cree Nation. 

“Gloria Burns worked in crisis response on the James Smith Cree Nation in Saskatchewan, and was responding to a call for help when she was killed in the attack. “She died helping people. And we have to pick up that torch and carry it,” her brother, Darryl Burns, told Postmedia’s Zak Vescera.”

“Earl Burns — a veteran of the Canadian Armed Forces — was also among the 10 killed just before dawn on Sunday when a pair of attackers began entering homes on the James Smith Cree Nation and stabbing those inside.

Deborah McLean, Earl’s sister and a James Smith Cree Nation headwoman, told PA Now on Tuesday that her brother died protecting his family from the knife-wielding attackers. “My brother Earl Burns was a true hero. He fought til the death to protect his family,” she wrote in a message.”

At the present time, I am unable to provide further particulars with regard to this matter, however, I would ask that your department expediently commence an investigation into it in order that a determination is made in the most expedient manner possible.

I have provided a link below to the media article in question in this matter.

Most respectfully,

‘You brave old man’: The veteran hero of Saskatchewan stabbing massacre



Phone number:


May those who lost their lives in this tragedy rest in perpetual peace, and may their loved ones find healing and comfort.

One Year Later – Part Three

My time since the fall of Kabul. – December 2021-January 2022

In mid-December, I received a message from a judge who, like everyone else, was in grave danger and looking for help fleeing the country. Then, in early January, I received a message that would change everything. It was from the judge, though from a new phone number. Upon reading the contents of the message, however, I knew that the judge was in all likelihood dead and that the message was being sent by a member of the Taliban.

Not known for their intelligence, however, the Taliban fail to account for patterns in speech when impersonating others. This particular genius blew it in three ways; first, at no point did the judge ever refer to me as “bro”, second, he also never misspelled the word “lawyer”, and third, at no point in time had I ever mentioned sending my personal information. That’s just not something that is done.

Grab a brain Mullah Meathead!

Hitting the wall.

I had to shut everything down, not only for the safety of the people I was trying to help but also for the sake of my own sanity. I had been going balls to the wall for the better part of seven months, foregoing sleep and food while spending hour upon hour formulating strategies, writing tens of thousands of words, smoking hundreds of cigarettes, and drinking gallons of coffee. I was emotionally drained and near physical exhaustion.

I finally just crawled into bed, and went into shutdown mode, sleeping and mindlessly watching videos on YouTube for the next few weeks.

Fighting an uphill battle against politicians.

I fought hard with my friend Stuart McCarthy as we waged a campaign to grab the attention of our respective governments and the public at large, trying to urge someone into action. We called out the likes of Australia’s Scott Morrison and his Foreign Minister Marise Payne, Justin Trudeau, Jens Stoltenberg from NATO, and “Sleepy” Joe Biden, who really shit the bed on this one in a spectacular manner.

Not only did he flee Afghanistan in the middle of the night when nobody would notice, he decided to leave billions of dollars worth of military hardware behind for the Taliban to use. Out of the complete disappointments and failures that this group is made up of, Joe Biden is by far the biggest one here. So thanks a whole hell of a lot you losers.

A message for Sonny Achakzai.

I don’t know where he is or if he’s even alive, but if he is, it is my fervent hope that Sonny Achakzai suffers for what he and others like him have done. It wasn’t enough for him that his fellow countrymen were exploited when the world came to Afghanistan, he had to get in on the action and exploit them too, leaving thousands for dead at the hands of the Taliban. So, Sonny Achakzai, fuck you too!!

Words and images that stay with you.

This is just a sample of the things that would get sent to me, desperate messages or images depicting the tragedy and suffering of a humanitarian crisis, or the last photos taken of people before they are killed.

There would also be plenty of videos sent my way, much of them graphic and horrific in nature, depicting the various ways the Taliban murdered their victims. Shooting, beheading, beatings, and all manner of brutality were sent to me to demonstrate just how very evil the Taliban were. I really didn’t need the reminders to be aware of this fact.

These are the things that haunt you in the night from time to time, hearing screams of terror and the words “please sir, help us” repeatedly. I have heard the question “why they did this to us?” so very many times and replied with “because they are assholes who used you and your country like toilet paper.”

Hearing the same thing repeatedly, day after day proves to be simply overwhelming. Eventually, it all comes to mean absolutely nothing to you and you feel as though you have started to lose your sense of humanity along the way.

They can’t all be saved.

Dr. Maya Hess was someone whom I could turn to for wise counsel throughout this months-long ordeal. She’s perhaps THE leading advocate for interpreters and translators in the world, but she’s also a very good listener, and I knew that I could rely on her to call me out whenever I started to get a little bit “rough around the edges”.

I messaged her one day, feeling a bit overwhelmed and frustrated, and told her that I felt as though these people were looking at me like I’m Oskar Fucking Schindler, when in fact I was more like Oscar the Grouch. She reminded me that I wasn’t going to be able to save them all if, in fact, we would be able to save any of them. I needed to shift my focus to trying to save just one because the efforts would be much more productive. We are, after all, human, and only capable of so much.

To those who have been trying to contact me, I’m sorry I suddenly disappeared.

I simply felt that there was likely a substantial risk to my network following the Taliban contact in early January, so I didn’t have time to explain. I have not forgotten you or my pledge to one day tell your stories to the world, and I hope that you will forgive me.

Hopefully, I’ll also be able to forgive myself.

Next: Part Four – February 2022 Special Edition

2022 Canadian Walk For Veterans Less Than One Month Away

For $25 you get this year’s coin and can virtually walk shoulder-to-shoulder with other Canadians.

Working in partnership with the Order of St. George Grand Priory of Canada and the Americas and True Patriot Love, the 2022 Canadian Walk For Veterans will raise awareness of the plight of translators, interpreters, cultural advisors and other locally employed people who were essential to Canada’s missions in conflicts throughout the world such as the Balkans, Somalia, Rwanda and Afghanistan.

Through their invaluable work, war zone interpreters, translators and cultural advisors enabled communication and understanding between parties. There was tremendous pressure on them to interpret accurately, remain calm, make decisions on-the-fly and be objective. As a consequence of their critical work, translators, interpreters and cultural advisors working in conflict zones placed their lives at risk, and, in many instances, were kidnapped, tortured and killed as traitors or prosecuted as spies. “A report by the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR), issued in 2018, estimated that an interpreter is killed in a war zone every 36 hours.”


This year the Canadian Walk For Veterans will be taking place over the weekend of September 24th and 25th in a number of cities across the country.

But did you know that you can do the walk virtually again this year? If you don’t live in or near a place that is having an organized walk, you can still contribute by doing the walk virtually, AND you also get this year’s commemorative coin.

Collectors can still get a coin.

A lot of people like participating in events like this in order to add to their coin collections, and this is a great opportunity to get this year’s Canadian Walk For Veterans coin, which features a Canadian soldier standing shoulder-to-shoulder with an interpreter.

Leave No One Behind.

It has been a tough year for a lot of people, and it’s important that we let those who are still in Afghanistan know that we haven’t forgotten about them. We made a promise that no one should be left behind, and some of us intend to uphold that promise to those still there.

Register today.

Visit https://canadianwalkforveterans.com/ for details and to register today.

One Year Later – Part Two

My Time Since the Fall of Kabul. November 2021.

November would produce a surprise that I certainly didn’t see coming, but by this point, I don’t think that there was much that could surprise me anymore.

Having stumbled onto something that I thought was pretty big, I figured that I was going to be needing some help because I wasn’t going to be able to do this by myself. I sent emails out to a number of organizations that I was hoping might want to run with this, but to no avail. That said it really shouldn’t have come as a great surprise either considering the subject matter. Below are some excerpts from this email.

For the last six months, I have been writing about the Afghan LEC crisis and have recently been involved in efforts to keep those who are still in Afghanistan safe and to ultimately try to get them to safety.

I became aware that a number of former LECs had been trying in vain to contact their former employer, International Management Services Inc. (IMS), in an effort to obtain proof of employment in order to apply for Special Immigrant Visas (SIVS) in Canada and the United States. These LECs were considered to be at risk because they had received threats of Taliban retribution for having worked for the West. Unfortunately, they were unable to provide any proof that they had served and were thus turned down for a SIV, leaving them trapped in Afghanistan and in very grave danger.

Last week I began an investigation into IMS and its owner, Sonny Achakzai, and although it is not yet complete, I have gathered enough information to come to the conclusion that this will require an investigation beyond what I am capable of given my very limited resources. I am therefore sending this to you to see if you might want to collaborate with me on this. 
The focus of my investigation is to attempt to determine:

– did Sonny Achakzai commit fraud against the Government of the United States, and

– did his actions contribute to the deaths of any former LECs

My investigation so far has primarily consisted of research, however, I have conducted an interview with a former LEC who was also employed by IMS.


I conducted extensive online research and was able to find the following information:

Sonny Achakzai’s only social media presence appears to be a private Instagram account.

IMS and Sonny Achakzai were mentioned in Canadian newspaper articles, which reveal that IMS employed approximately 1,200 interpreters in 2008 and that there had been issues between the company and its interpreters with regard to immigration to Canada. The articles, which contain quotes from Achakzai, identify him as the owner of IMS. 

A search of corporate records in the US shows that there are a number of entities that have been registered under the name International Management Services, IMS, or some variation of the name. There are some commonalities among them such as the offices in Rumford, Maine, as well as email addresses (imservicesinc.com). Sonny Achakzai’s name doesn’t appear in any corporate records or documentation, and it would appear as though cutouts or strawmen are being used.

There are at least two Facebook groups dedicated to former IMS employees who have been unable to contact the company for proof of employment. They appear to have been without any activity since approximately 2015.

As luck would have it, I found a website belonging to the Jelani Group Companies in Afghanistan which has a page under “Projects” in which they showcase their “BAGRAM” project, in conjunction with a company called Worldwide Language Resources. In it, they identify the owner of Worldwide as sonny.achakzai@wwlr.com. This email address is consistent with others known to belong to WWLR employees. I can only assume that Mr. Achakzai is not aware that this information is disclosed on the Jelani website.


I also conducted an interview with a former employee of IMS who is currently still in Afghanistan, so for his safety, I will refer to him as “Muhammad”. He first contacted me in the early morning hours of August 28th (Mountain time), at around the same time that the last flights were leaving Kabul. I asked him about how things worked with IMS, first as far as when he was first hired. He told me that he met with someone who was either a manager or team leader and that this person was the one who presented Muhammad with a contract. He didn’t receive a copy of the contract for himself. I asked about when and how he was paid, and he told me that they were paid at the end of every month. They would have to go to the IMS compound, where they would be paid by a member of IMS management. There was a list with everyone’s names on it, and they would have to sign beside their name. They would then be paid in cash the sum of US$600 for the month. It actually works out to US$20 per day, as he tells me that they would make more in months with 31 days and less in February with 28 days, but for all intents and purposes, it was US$600 per month. They did not give him a pay slip, receipt, or any other type of documentation memorializing the transaction. 

I then asked him what he could tell me about Sonny Achakzai, and he didn’t have much good to say about the man. Muhammad told me that on one occasion, Achakzai called a meeting with the interpreters, a meeting that was also attended by a delegation that included a number of high-ranking US officers, he wasn’t able to provide any information as to ranks or branch of service. He stated that during the meeting Achakzai told the interpreters that if they were ever asked by a Canadian how much they were making, they were to say that they were making $1,400 per month.

He also told me that he heard about an incident that occurred in the Zhari district in which an interpreter who was working for the Canadians was killed on the job. The Canadian government was going to pay the family of the interpreter $60,000, but they never saw a nickel of it. Al told me that this was fairly common knowledge in the Zhari district.


While I cannot definitively state anything at this moment, given the evidence at hand I can say that there is a high probability that the following has taken place:

  • that Sonny Achakzai perpetrated a fraud against the United States government, and then later acted to conceal it,
  • that IMS did not perform any kind of record keeping whatsoever, meaning that there will be no record of anyone having been employed there,
  • that as a result, an unknown number of people have been unable to obtain a SIV, resulting in their lives being put in jeopardy due to Taliban retribution,
  • that a number of individuals have lost their lives as a result, and more will in the future.

What I can say is that this matter warrants further investigation, in order to determine whether or not this hypothesis is correct.

At the moment, I am both a journalist and an advocate, and there are times when their interests will not always be the same. I must always consider myself to be an advocate first and a journalist second, the stakes in this instance are simply too high to do otherwise.

As this has an effect on interpreters serving all NATO countries, I felt that it was important that you were aware of the situation at hand.

Ohhhh, shit.

Achakzai called a meeting with the interpreters, a meeting that was also attended by a delegation that included a number of high-ranking US officers.

This was my reaction upon being told this information because I knew that it could only mean one thing; there was a pretty good probability that Sonny Achakzai was an asset belonging to someone in US Intelligence. Which of the agencies isn’t really clear, but it didn’t really matter which one it was. I had really stepped in it this time, and it was really not something that I had been particularly looking for.

I was trying to get people the hell out of Afghanistan, not uncover American intelligence assets or rampant fraud against the United States Government, it just happened to work out that way. I had enough shit to deal with in my life as it was, I sure as hell didn’t want or need any of this nonsense.

It also left me disgusted at the fact that the “left-behinds” weren’t only getting screwed by NATO, they were getting it twice as bad from their own people. It didn’t come as any great surprise as there were plenty of stories like this circulating.

Payoffs are being offered.

Among the many messages that I was receiving, there were a few from guys who owned their own businesses or who came from well-to-do families, and I was offered compensation by some of them. I was told on at least a couple of occasions by different people that they had plenty of assets which could be liquidated and would be more than happy to send some of it my way if it would mean that they would be getting a little bit further ahead in the whole process than someone who had waited for a great deal longer.

If someone wanted to throw me a parade and give me a large cash reward for what I was doing, great, no problem. If however, you as someone in need of help should offer me a large cash payment to help “grease the wheels” for you to get out of Dodge, I wouldn’t accept a nickel of your damn money. That isn’t what I’m doing this for and if you don’t understand that, well, too bad.

Suspected contact by Pakistani intelligence.

I had also received a message from someone who I suspected was a member of Pakistan’s ISI, or Inter-Services Intelligence. While I couldn’t be absolutely positive, I knew that the possibility did exist that they might try to message me, along with Taliban agents, so I needed to be careful. By the end of November, I figured that I had several intelligence agencies from around the globe crawling up my ass. This was definitely not the way I had envisioned my life ever turning out.

Next: Part Three – December ’21 & January ’22

One Year Later – Part One

My time since the fall of Kabul. August-October 2021.

I have decided to write about some of the experiences that I had over the last year, particularly with regard to Afghanistan. It will be a five-part series, with Part One about the months of August to October 2021. Part Two will cover November 2021, Part Three December and January, Part Four will cover January through May 2022 with Part Five covering June 2022 to the present day. This will not be a comprehensive retrospective, but rather a look back at some of the highlights from this period.

For many people August 15th is the anniversary of the “Black Day” in Afghanistan, the day the Taliban entered Kabul. For me, the “Black Day” wouldn’t come for another 11 days, which is how long it took the Taliban to take Hamid Karzai International Airport, and with it complete control over Afghanistan.

One year on from these events, I am sharing with you for the first time some of what went on during this time.

August 25-26, 2021

After entering Kabul, It had taken the Taliban another eleven days to finally take the airport and claim ultimate victory, so why they chose the 15th to celebrate doesn’t make much sense. It would be like celebrating VE Day on April 23rd, the day the Red Army had completely surrounded Berlin.

The days that marked the end as far as I am concerned were August 25th and 26th, culminating with the fall of Hamid Karzai International Airport and the final flight out of Kabul on Thursday, August 26th, 2021. I remember it all too well because that was when I received the first of many more messages to come from a number of people in Kabul.

Hello sir

8/26/21, 3:31 AM Mountain Daylight Time

I was awake when the message came in, keeping an eye on developments in Kabul as they were happening. The sender was from Kabul, and I had a dreadful feeling about what this could possibly be about. They were likely desperate and in a panic, trying to get the hell out of Kabul and hoping that I would be able to help.


Having allegedly packed the contents of the Afghan treasury into a set of matching luggage, in cold hard US Dollars, Afghan President Ashraf Ghani had only hours before fled the country for the UAE.

The media was reporting that the last flight out of Hamid Karzai International Airport had left about three hours before I got the message from Kabul. Whoever it was that was sending me the message was now stuck, and there would be nothing that I or anyone else could do about it anymore.

Answering a plea for help.

I replied to the message and was soon engaged in a conversation that was going pretty much the way I had anticipated. I decided that I would call him Al since it was considerably shorter and easier to pronounce than his real name. He told me his story, that he had once worked as an interpreter for Canadian Forces personnel but he hadn’t received a letter of recommendation which would have verified his employment. This was necessary if he was to be approved for a Special Immigrant Visa (SIV) to come to Canada.

I wasn’t sure exactly how I was going to be able to help this poor guy out, beyond offering him a few suggestions.

By this point in the conversation, I was starting to get more incoming message traffic from Kabul so I left the conversation for about ten minutes or so in order to check the other messages.

Immediately upon seeing this message from him, I burst into tears. I still have trouble looking at it to this day without wanting to cry. He had already been abandoned by Canada, just as thousands of others had been left behind by us and practically every other country to send troops to Afghanistan. He had been betrayed once by Canada, I couldn’t let that happen to him again, it just wasn’t right. I promised him that I would do whatever I could to help him and that I wouldn’t abandon him. I also decided to call him Al because it was way easier than his given name, which he was quite okay with.

From journalist to advocate.

I knew that I would have to make a choice at that moment, to be a journalist or to be an advocate because it wouldn’t be possible for me to be both at once. It was a pretty easy choice to make, considering the fact that there were a number of lives on the line. I had to act as an advocate for the people who had reached out to me looking for help because there was probably nobody else that they could turn to.

I had no idea what to do or who to turn to with this. This was something that the government would normally be taking care of, only the government was the root cause of this problem in the first place. All I knew was that this was DEFINITELY way above my pay grade, and I was going to have to be very careful from this point forward. People’s lives were suddenly in my hands, and I had to think very carefully about whatever moves that I would be making in the future.

August 29th, 2021

It had been several days since I had heard from Dave Lavery, the man who had been my contact in Kabul for several months, but on the 29th I finally received a message from him. I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, hearing that he had managed to get out of Kabul with the Germans on the very last flight out. He had ordered the rest of his team out of the country beforehand, so it was only him left, with his brave wife Junping by his side.

Photo: David Lavery
Photo: David Lavery
Photo: David Lavery

He told me that he hadn’t slept in days, but they had been successful in helping a number of people escape.

Photo: David Lavery

He would be spending a little bit of time in Germany to rest and recuperate.

Photo: David Lavery

After spending days walking untold miles back and forth without rest, Dave’s feet were simply thrashed and in need of medical attention.

Photo: David Lavery

September/October 2021.

“Canadian Dave”


On the 9th of September, I would find out exactly what Dave had been through during those final days in Kabul. “Canadian Dave” as he had come to be known was instrumental in saving over 100 lives, along with many more saved lives credited to the members of his team.

Vetting an interpreter.

Anyone hoping to come to Canada on a Special Immigrant Visa would need to be thoroughly vetted as part of the process, so it only stood to reason that I should be performing my due diligence. I would of course want to know myself that anyone I was proposing to come to my country wouldn’t want to start blowing things up as soon as they got here.

I asked Al a number of questions about the time he had worked for Canadian troops, and, despite a little bit of a language barrier, I was able to put some things together. I then had to attempt to find someone who was there at the same time that Al was, in the hopes that I would be able to find someone who might be able to identify him as being there. After a few days, I was able to find someone who, despite not recognizing Al himself, was able to confirm as genuine the information that Al had given me.

Not only interpreters.

By the middle of September, the messages that were coming in were from more than interpreters and the other former Locally Employed Civilians (LECs). Now there were human rights activists, journalists, artists, academics, and even a former member of Ashraf Ghani’s staff contacting me.

Formulating a standard response.

I felt like I was going to be needing an introductory script to send to anyone looking for my help. It would need to contain such items as:

I am going to try to help you, however, you need to realize that in all probability I might not be able to. I won’t mince words here, your situation is dire and the odds are stacked up against you, however, if there is even the slightest chance that I can help you to stay alive, it’s slightly better than a zero chance, but still a chance. I cannot in any way guarantee success because everything is pretty much completely beyond my ability to control.

Use a Virtual Private Network (VPN) whenever you communicate so as to make it difficult for the Taliban to track you. Also, stay off social media and make sure to delete ALL messages that you may send me. You should have NO ENGLISH on your phone whatsoever, the Taliban are checking.

You will need to remain inconspicuous, so men should refrain from shaving and women wear a burqa in public.

Men should check all of their identification to see if there are any pictures of them wearing a necktie. Any such identification must be destroyed, as it can and will prove to be problematic should the Taliban see it.

Compassion fatigue begins to set in.

By the end of October, I had started to notice that I was starting to exhibit the signs of “compassion fatigue”. I had been sent numerous messages from people who were for the most part hiding somewhere in Kabul. They all tended to start out the same, with an introduction followed by a statement about how bad things were in Afghanistan. I realized that the people sending me the messages weren’t aware to what extent I knew how bad things were in Kabul, but after a while, it all started to sound the same to me.

Gruesome images.

Along with some of the horror stories I was being told, I was also getting plenty of pictures. Pictures of people’s children were popular, in the hopes that they might somehow tug at my heartstrings and inspire me to help them. It got to the point that I just couldn’t look at another picture of a child, along with the occasional accompanying plea to save them lest they have to sell their children.

There were plenty of other pictures as well, pictures that laid out in very graphic detail what would await some people should the Taliban catch up with them. There was no way to authenticate the sources of any of these pictures, but what was authentic enough were the gruesome images that they depicted.

“You’re a journalist, you can help.”

For some reason, a lot of people seemed to think that journalists are possessed of some special kind of powers, the powers to do things that absolutely nobody else on Earth can do. What they didn’t understand was that even if I was some kind of “super” journalist, like Edward R. Murrow, Mike Wallace, and Woodward & Bernstein all rolled into one, I still wouldn’t be able to help. The only thing I could do was to refer them to the organizations that I knew were handling

Coming Next: Part Two – November 2021