Where do we start when thinking about
today. You see there are things out there that you question yourself
about. You see I just finished my first full round of VA comp
hearings, and not to sure how I feel about it. There is so much smoke
and cloudiness shrouded in bureaucratic obfuscation. So many people
point you to other people to get the answers you need, after the
person they pointed you too sent you to them. It seems that not many
people have solid answers, yet they all seem to have a lot of
questions. They also seem to have a habit of not listening to you as
a person, but have no issues reading you off a paper. You become a
number, a number they like to put into a problem and pass around and
around so others can further complicate it.
You see I walk a fine line being in the
Guard, and not wanting to get out of the Guard any time soon. As sick
as it sounds I am looking forward to my next deployment. At least
overseas shit makes sense, and things have a certain simplistic
clarity. I like the simple concepts, and the fact that my survival is
a focus more so then if I filled out form X in triplicate and signed
in the seven spots with out going outside of the box provided. So the
issue is what percentage would prevent me from staying in the Guard?
No one at the VA seemed to have a clue, and talking the Guard with my
reviewing physician was like trying to explain Greek to a whale, and
I don't speak Greek.
So yes frustration and confusion
reigned. The worst part is they don't get the conversation. I want to
get better, I don't want to get paid. I want to be able to breath, or
maybe have a consistent bowel? I pooped so damn good before this trip
to the shit pit we call Iraq. Hell you could set your watch to when I
was gonna drop a brown trout in the porcelain. I want to poop,
everybody poops after all. Well everybody except a few dudes that
came back from the sand box who now pee out of their butt more often
than they can drop one solid peaceful turd. I know way too much
information, but seriously that is what I want and I get the feeling
these people are so fucking worried that I am gonna go out and
destroy something beautiful for fun and entertainment that they want
to over diagnose me, rather then just fix me and be done with me.
So I am looking at possibly being rated
to high to stay in the service, but not really high enough to make a
pension worth while, nor do I deserve said pension. I am still fit to
fight. I have a mission coming up and I intend to join that mission.
I intend to go out and enjoy that mission with some strong minded
Americans. I fully intend to continue to do so for at least a few
more years, and some whiny ass pussy is not going to tell me that I
am crazy, or that they are not as concerned with the fact that I have
not had a solid shit in seven months as they are with fact that a few
nights in a month or two I don't sleep as good as I used to. So in
that, yep I am pissed. I will get over it though and adjust fire and
deal with things as the come.
You see the absolute waste of money.
You see them throw money at you in an attempt to placate you, though
I am not sure they understand my true intentions or motivations. If I
wanted to die with a bank account full of green, I would not be
pursuing a degree to be a teacher now would I? I think wealth could
be measured in other ways, and I do not want to take their bribe to
stay out of the news. I am not a disgruntled Vet that objects to the
wars. I am not Jack's wasted life. I am Jack's complete lack of
surprise.
I do not want a pension when I am still
able to serve. I do not want to be pushed into a system of numbers,
where I am nothing but a paper or computer screen read out. I am good
at my job, and I can still do that job even if I can't breath, and my
shit is substandard. So what I can't eat Little Ceaser's, Mc Donalds,
or any other fat cow factory with a drive thru, they don't have to
many of those in Afghanistan anyway. Just fucking fix me, don't throw
money at me like a debutant having her love bought by her absentee
father who is banging her nanny.