Hello.
I am a Veteran of the Illegal War on Iraq. I was deployed with a sister unit of my N.G. unit about 6 months after basic training. I was separated from the rest of the guys I knew from my group and we we're all mixed in with strangers. For a year and a half I was under the command of complete imbeciles. I feared for my life, not only because of the real threat that is combat, but because if the inadequacies of my leaders and support. I served mainly as a tower guard on last wall of the compound, and as a gate guard to the Prison/medical facility we guarded. I was subjected to cruel and unusual punishment from my leaders, because I wouldn't follow reckless orders, or for example exposing gross misconduct. This misconduct ranged from not inspecting fuel and sewage trucks driven by local nationals into our base to sleeping in critical towers on duty. Alcohol use on duty ( I don't care what you do off duty, I'm a reefer user myself, but never did I do it in Iraq or on duty, it is a private at home thing.) I was assaulted and almost drowned when I was set to expose gross mishandling of unexploded ordnance. Another platoon even let one of the local girls that myself and a few other key persons had gotten important information from be abducted without resisting. She was beheaded in the market that day because they knew she talked to us. The atrocities would just pile up if I were to continue to list them.
Anyway, this happened in 2007. I came home at the beginning of 08' and since then I have spiraled into a monster of a human being. Time after time I went to the VA for help just to be given a terrible combination of psychoactive drugs and never given a diagnosis. In 2012 i finally broke down and applied for compensation from the VA, but I have only been met with severe resistance. Only recently have I sought help from private doctors.
My life is just a shattered mess. Wife works 7 days a week to hardly keep us on top. I have little hope of giving her a child in this state, and even now that I have a lawyer fighting for me, there is no date that I can hope to win this thing. PTSD has made my life a living hell, and I am reaching up from the depths in search of my old, creative lovable self that hasn't made an appearance in over 7 years.
I am a Veteran of the Illegal War on Iraq. I was deployed with a sister unit of my N.G. unit about 6 months after basic training. I was separated from the rest of the guys I knew from my group and we we're all mixed in with strangers. For a year and a half I was under the command of complete imbeciles. I feared for my life, not only because of the real threat that is combat, but because if the inadequacies of my leaders and support. I served mainly as a tower guard on last wall of the compound, and as a gate guard to the Prison/medical facility we guarded. I was subjected to cruel and unusual punishment from my leaders, because I wouldn't follow reckless orders, or for example exposing gross misconduct. This misconduct ranged from not inspecting fuel and sewage trucks driven by local nationals into our base to sleeping in critical towers on duty. Alcohol use on duty ( I don't care what you do off duty, I'm a reefer user myself, but never did I do it in Iraq or on duty, it is a private at home thing.) I was assaulted and almost drowned when I was set to expose gross mishandling of unexploded ordnance. Another platoon even let one of the local girls that myself and a few other key persons had gotten important information from be abducted without resisting. She was beheaded in the market that day because they knew she talked to us. The atrocities would just pile up if I were to continue to list them.
Anyway, this happened in 2007. I came home at the beginning of 08' and since then I have spiraled into a monster of a human being. Time after time I went to the VA for help just to be given a terrible combination of psychoactive drugs and never given a diagnosis. In 2012 i finally broke down and applied for compensation from the VA, but I have only been met with severe resistance. Only recently have I sought help from private doctors.
My life is just a shattered mess. Wife works 7 days a week to hardly keep us on top. I have little hope of giving her a child in this state, and even now that I have a lawyer fighting for me, there is no date that I can hope to win this thing. PTSD has made my life a living hell, and I am reaching up from the depths in search of my old, creative lovable self that hasn't made an appearance in over 7 years.
