In case anyone is wondering how the Veterans Administration in the U.S. is run, let me tell you: poorly. 20 years ago, this June, my platoon found itself in the midst of an attack. Some jerk off (or jerk offs), lobbed a couple grenades at our gun trucks. Everything turned out mostly fine, we figured it must have been old ordinance, verging on being duds, but 3 of our guys sustained shrapnel wounds. Like I said, everything was fine, none of them even went home due to their wounds, but they 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 wounded. Purple Hearts and everything. My buddy, Soto just contacted me this week, and I just had to write a witness statement, telling the VA I was there and saw him get wounded, so that he can collect compensation for his injuries. After 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴! This dude still has trouble at airports because of the shards of metal still in his body, but he has to provide numerous testimonies to prove he's telling the truth. What a fucking joke. Word to the wise: if you or a family member are considering serving, don't expect any support beyond a bumper sticker after.
