The fact that when I went to the VA to see about my knee(which I later found out still had a chunk of Humvee in it) and they spent more time asking how I was sleeping and how much I was drinking and my relationship status than, you know, poking around my knee is enough to mak me ddistruct them on just about all matter of things.
It further angers me when you consider that a guy from my platoon decided to end his life and had been to the VA to specifically seek counseling only to get the government run around.
NRA Life Member
Big Sister: "You should be sponsored by Allen"
Me: "If you can't shoot good, at least look good walking to the firing line."
Big Sister: "Can you not afford a Pelican? Then buy an Allen gun bag."