Back in Faluja 2004 some of my Marines were blown up.
I got to 2 of them and dragged them out of the ditch and worked on them until we could evacuate them.
They gave me a medal for it. (I was just doing my job, nothing special. I mention it to make a point)
YEARS later they had STILL not given one of those Marines a Purple heart (Despite giving him a 100% disability)
I wrote a letter to congress asking why I had a medal for saving his life if he wasn’t wounded that day and recounting the events of that day.
I asked if I should give my medal back.
They gave it to him over 2 years after the fact.
Today I attended the Funeral of the other Marine.
We had lost touch (We hadn’t exactly ever got along)
Despite being medical discharged and having had several back surgeries, shoulder surgery, (All paid for by the government, all due to the IED blast which I SAW throw him through the air and treated him for (I had been an EMT).) And suffering brain damage from the blast….
He had not been awarded a %, and was not receiving any money.
He had given up, and his mother was trying to keep up the fight.
On Monday he received yet another rejection letter, NOT asking for money, but asking for a brain-scan and other medical treatments.
They also screwed up his medical prescriptions.
On Tuesday he took his own life.
On Wednesday he would have been 28.
I didn’t know about it until yesterday. His mother gave me details today. I rode over 8 hours today to attend his funeral, he’s the 6th Marine we have lost since we returned, to say nothing of those who have had SERIOUS psyche modifications and ended up in jail.
Several of the other Marines there displayed (Privately) ‘things of concern’ (Similar vein… I’m tired forgive my lack of vocabulary) I am trying to help them.
This is not right.
I had to sit there with his parents (Whom I had never met) and tell them about their son. What a good Marine he was, what happened that day, and other stories. They will never have any more of their son, so I thought that I might give them what I could of him.
His mother was crying in my arms and blames herself.
I did what I could.
This is wrong.
I got to 2 of them and dragged them out of the ditch and worked on them until we could evacuate them.
They gave me a medal for it. (I was just doing my job, nothing special. I mention it to make a point)
YEARS later they had STILL not given one of those Marines a Purple heart (Despite giving him a 100% disability)
I wrote a letter to congress asking why I had a medal for saving his life if he wasn’t wounded that day and recounting the events of that day.
I asked if I should give my medal back.
They gave it to him over 2 years after the fact.
Today I attended the Funeral of the other Marine.
We had lost touch (We hadn’t exactly ever got along)
Despite being medical discharged and having had several back surgeries, shoulder surgery, (All paid for by the government, all due to the IED blast which I SAW throw him through the air and treated him for (I had been an EMT).) And suffering brain damage from the blast….
He had not been awarded a %, and was not receiving any money.
He had given up, and his mother was trying to keep up the fight.
On Monday he received yet another rejection letter, NOT asking for money, but asking for a brain-scan and other medical treatments.
They also screwed up his medical prescriptions.
On Tuesday he took his own life.
On Wednesday he would have been 28.
I didn’t know about it until yesterday. His mother gave me details today. I rode over 8 hours today to attend his funeral, he’s the 6th Marine we have lost since we returned, to say nothing of those who have had SERIOUS psyche modifications and ended up in jail.
Several of the other Marines there displayed (Privately) ‘things of concern’ (Similar vein… I’m tired forgive my lack of vocabulary) I am trying to help them.
This is not right.
I had to sit there with his parents (Whom I had never met) and tell them about their son. What a good Marine he was, what happened that day, and other stories. They will never have any more of their son, so I thought that I might give them what I could of him.
His mother was crying in my arms and blames herself.
I did what I could.
This is wrong.