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“Would they mistreat someone physically, emotionally, or mentally wounded?”

But it sounds like you think that some one that is mentally wound is just a sniveler. So if I was a out sider reading your comments, then I would guess that yes the military would mistreat some one with these kind of wounds over some one who you could see their “Forrest Gumb” wound. I think both deserve treatment, and you might be right that things have changed changed since World War 2. I think now days for the most part people with mental disorders are more accepted, in World War 2 society did not accept this, and want soldiers with or without mental problems to move on. This was not a time when many people wanted to hear about it.

Any way God Bless you, and thank you for your opion. You do have valued and good points. Even though I may disagree with some, but this is America.

I found a article for you http://ncptsd.va.gov/ncmain/ncdocs/fact_shts/fs_older_veterans.html:

How is it possible to have PTSD 50 years after a war?
Because most World War II veterans received a hero’s welcome and a booming peacetime economy when they returned to the states, many were able to make a successful readjustment to civilian life. They coped, more or less successfully, with their memories of traumatic events. Many had disturbing memories or nightmares, difficulty with work pressure or close relationships, and problems with anger or nervousness, but few sought treatment for their symptoms or discussed the emotional effects of their wartime experiences. Society expected them to put it all behind them, forget the war, and get on with their lives. But as they grew older and went through changes in the patterns of their lives-retirement, the death of spouse and friends, deteriorating health, and declining physical vigor-many experienced more difficulty with war memories or stress reactions. Some had enough trouble to be diagnosed with a delayed onset of PTSD symptoms, sometimes with other disorders like depression and alcohol abuse. Such PTSD often occurs in subtle ways. For example, a World War II veteran who had a long successful career as an attorney and judge and a loving relationship with his wife and family might find upon retiring and having a heart attack that he suddenly felt panicky and trapped when going out in public. Upon closer examination, with a sensitive helpful counselor, he might find that the fear is worst when riding in his car, and this may relate to trauma memories of deaths among his unit when he was a tank commander in World War II.

http://anglocath.blogspot.com/2008/11/beneath-poppies-row-on-row.html
“Beneath the poppies, row on row”
Yesterday was the first November 11th in many years that I have not worn a poppy. I live in a foreign country where they don’t do the Poppy Thing.

But it has been a part of my life since I was small, and among my most cherished memories of by sojourn in Nova Scotia, where the martial spirit remains strong, was attending the cenotaph ceremonies in Halifax at the Parade Square. I never fail to weep.

My great grandfather, William Doloughan, served in a mounted regiment in WWI, was captured and contracted TB in the POW camp, which eventually killed him. This did not stop him serving in the Home Guard in WWII. My maternal grandfather, Harold Burkett, was an airman in the US Air Force. My paternal grandfather, Norman White, served in a tank in in WWI and in land-based communications in WWII.

I’ve always worn the poppy with them in mind.

Yeah… Now someone else has to leave his wife and family and go do it ‘cuz he sniveled out.

Unlike the economy, this is a zero-sum game. If he doesn’t go, and has to snivel to a lefty congresscritter, now someone else has to go.

Really, what’s the worst that happens? At long last, if you don’t come home safely–as the vast majority do now–either you get killed, or wounded, or go mad or, someone else does. They can’t eat you; except in Somalia….

There was less open snivelling when we were losing a thousand men a day in the Pacific in WWII.

“The military is made of your neighbors, your brothers, your sisters, dads, moms, sons and daughters. Would they mistreat someone physically, emotionally, or mentally wounded?”

So if the military made up of these people, why would you if lets say he was your son feel this way:

“Now someone else has to leave his wife and family and go do it ‘cuz you sniveled out.”

I think he has the right to say help, and not to be scared of help. And we as Vets as neighbors, brothers, sisters, dads, moms, sons and daughters should come to their support. This is why I am saying thank you for your story, I hope it helps others explain their story, to open up.

PS did you have fun looking were I live? Did you see the Vet exception? That is a government site, no way I can change their documents. I pulled my dd214 because of a vet advice, that some one can use the information to steal my ID.

GOd bless every one.

He worked so hard to get his head on straight again just to have his life shattered to meet the government’s needs.

This is precisely what he signed up for.

Now someone else has to leave his wife and family and go do it ‘cuz you sniveled out.

Notice how it’s always, always some super-left wing congress-critter that is the hero of these sob-stories?

On a cool, clear night, you can hear the high-pitched whine of America.

Kim Mcqueen:

Wow Joshua, you’re story is very similar to my husband’s! My husband Chris served four years in the army doing two tours (one in Kuwait and one in Iraq) and was sent home in Nov of 2006. I met him Jan of 07, and although he had many things to overcome from the war and army we were madly in love. He proposed Sept of 07. He was finally able to sleep at night, his temper was manageable, and he even quit drinking. Then Christmas came around and we received the evil yellow thick pakage saying he was to return to the army in Feb. 08. Our heart broke. He worked so hard to get his head on straight again just to have his life shattered to meet the government’s needs. We got married Jan 08, and decided together we were going to face this, and that we could overcome anything. He left Feb 11, 2008 to Fort Jackson. Within days of being gone everything came back to him full force. He was broken, shattered, and mentally his world was gone. Within a week or so he was then to go to Missouri. By the time he got there words of suicide and out bursts of rage flooded his every moment. I told him to go to the hospital right away and get help or I would call 911 before he hurt himself or someone else, so he went to the hospital. When he got there they put him on meds and suicide watch. I wrote a letter to counselors and all the congressmen of New Mexico. Tod Udall’s representative Sarah called within days. She was so understanding and eager to help. Meanwhile Chris was transferred to a mental ward in a hospital off of base. It took many many MANY phone calls every single day, but on April 11, 2008 Chris came home with an honorable discharged. He recently was diagnosed with PTSD and 50% disabled. He had been going to counseling on the regular, and still has trouble dealing with normal every day stuff and work, but we are just so thankful for Tom Udall helping us and Chris having a fair chance at a normal life.

You sound like a good guy who has had a positive experience. Some have not been as lucky as you have some of us have bad problems. As I said, report me, turn me, and then feel dum. I am as real as a vet can get. If you want to find me you will find me by my real name, in Albuquerque, Nm, and the VA knows me. So if fill like get laughed at, then by all means go head. By the way Vietnam era vet is my dad, Chris Poulsen, you can email him also poulsenunlimited@comcast.net, if you want to ask about me. Also my sister was a intel spc. from Fort Hucha, Az. My brother in-law is also Army, warrant officer, who is also in intelligence. So I have no disrespect for the army.

But I am happy that this has supered in to a conversation, all vets stories should be told even ones of less drama.

Thank you for letting it continue, Neo.

I know guys–like my High School pal who was shot through the neck and later, blown up in the ass in Iraq (calls it his “Forrest Gump Wound”).

He got some treatment for PTSD. He was treated with respect and care. Now he’s chomping at the bit to get to Afghanistan. He’s never been off of jump status, he’s never served on ‘staff’ and he’s never been in a non-combat unit. He’s got 22 years in.

I get pissed off on his behalf when fakers show up and claim all kinds of nonsense. There are real men serving honorably and a real Army occasionally bogged by fed regulation doing the best for them. When a faker shows up and slanders them, and my Army, I take it personally; on Veterans Day, no less….

My story is less dramatic: I’ve got 18 in Guard and Active, the Army had to care for me a bit when my family died while I was deployed to the JSA on the DMZ in Korea in ’92. That was rough, but they were there for me. I repaid it by supporting and taking care of a young troop whose mom died.

It’s a big stupid, human, organization made up of the best people you will ever, ever meet.