Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
Predominantly draft era veterans end up at VA hospitals I’ve observed. And we’ve got all the warts and scars to suggest we were a flawed segment of humanity. Truth is, watching the mannerisms and behaviors we still are. Flawed, certainly, many also pathetic as individual personalities. Needy. Obnoxious.
But strangely enough, there’s a constant undercurrent of moments cutting through the lies on top of lies and BS revealing something I’m ashamed to admit I suspect is a sort of brotherhood. A smile and wink in an elevator from a guy in a wheelchair with more problems than me. Thumbs up signs when someone gets called to see one of the sawbones or other ‘team’ members.
Granted, most of the conversations going on are lies about things that happened when in the military. But when I brought up the subject of the Afghan/Iraq vets suicides the lies stopped and were replaced by frowning thought. A momentary pause to try to understand.
It’s there to be recognized. And it can also be found in the mention of the guys on ‘the 10th floor’. The guys who are ‘still in Vietnam’. Everyone knows about those guys and they only get mentioned in muted tones, phrases expressing horror and awe.
We few. We happy few. We band of brothers who aren’t on the 10th floor.