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.
"Growing up as both a Southern and the son of a child of the '50s, I was imprinted with several things that have long stuck with me. The F-86 Saber Jet was the finest fighter ever flown, the National League is always superior, and Leslie Coffelt
was the finest revovler shooter since Mr. Ed."