Greetings, friends,
In the last three months, we have been serving caregivers in increasing numbers from our nation's long ago conflicts. There seems to be so little that we can do, and it is so definitively wrong that the stories don't seem true. We know that the VA testimony is happening on the Hill today, but wonder if leadership is aware of what goes on in the middle and supervisory ranks? There are so many layers at the VA that the bureaucracy cannot get out of its own way so often -- but these are Veterans. They deserve the medical care they have earned, and they are running out of time. Literally.
Example 1: A Vietnam veteran who served in Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia, was exposed to Agent Orange, and has one of the cancers and another of the conditions deemed Presumptive and service-connected by the VA cannot receive help. VA claims no record of service; his wife sent his dog-tags to prove it. He is in hospice. They have worked with the VA, their county service officers for the last five years, and more recently we connected them to several private foundations that have service officers to help. What does this caregiver spouse do when the typical lengthy wait times for responses mean she may lose her husband before anyone can help?
Example 2: A World War II veteran who fought in the South Pacific has fallen into a terrible situation where the also aging spouse did not know of the VA's responsibility to her husband. So, when their state demanded that she sign away their home, their car, and his life insurance to pay for additional bills after he dies, she saw no other alternative. She also has to pay nearly $1400 per month for a nursing home that should be closed for neglect. She lives on less than $800 per month.
Those of us who work in this space understand the lack of urgency. We even understand the bureaucracy. But how is that those who are paid everyday to help our veterans and alleviate their concerns are not held accountable? Why are there bonuses paid when someone does (or doesn't) do their jobs? Where are the people who care?
We are amazed at the influx of past conflict veterans who enter the VA system only in their later years, mostly because of their distrust upon returning home. The two families above received VA care in the past, albeit minimal (hearing aid batteries, for example), and deserve and have earned VA care at the end of their lives. We have no idea what will transpire out of today's hearings and subsequent investigations, but we do know that if people are uncaring, aren't held accountable, and the system isn't changed from the inside out, these stories will continue to be told, and the shameful treatment of our veterans will continue.
Please say prayers today for our oldest veterans among us going through these immense challenges, and that those whose job it is to help them actually do it. Quickly. Efficiently. And, with care.
The VeteranCaregiver Team
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Our Hearts Hurt Over Our Aging Veterans - Does Anyone Care?
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Friday, April 4, 2014
Simple Pleasures
Greetings!
If
you woke up today mentally listing all the things you needed to do, to be, and
to complete, you are not alone. It seems
that many if not most people are straining to shoehorn “one more thing” into an
already hectic schedule. Years ago when
multi-tasking was a key phrase, it seemed that instead of achieving more, it
meant each task was done less well than if a focus was given to singular tasks.
Not quite the outcome you were trying to achieve!
Today
can be more pleasurable if you accept small glimpses of joy or recognize the
small gifts along the way. A fresh view
can make an enormous difference in your perspective, and we can all use the peace
in small moments.
What
are your simple pleasures? If you’re
fortunate, today can provide a simple pleasure for each of your five senses.
Open your mind and consider these examples:
Sight: blooming trees, tulips, bird nests, crazy squirrels, flags
whipping in the breeze, smiles given and received, someone who lets you into
the merging lane first, the gorgeous view you drive by seen with different
eyes, a shared grin.
Hearing: chortling song of birds and scurry through the underbrush,
sound of children playing, the laugh of a loved one, a compliment given or
received, the gift of music, silence, or city bustle, or crashing waves or a
meandering creek.
Smell: clean, line-dried
laundry, a great meal cookie, or the waft of the scent of coffee, chocolate,
bacon, hyacinths, the sea, perfume that evokes a fond memory, baby shampoo,
Grandad’s pipe, or an outdoor fire pit.
Taste: your favorite cookie,
ice cream, fruit, childhood Rice Krispies treats, s’mores, tall glass of sweet
tea, the tart of a lemon twist, the zing of sea salt in caramel, comfort food,
burgers on the grill, popcorn, barbeque, savory and sweet.
Touch: fresh sheets, cozy
towels, your favorite T-shirt, the softness of a sweater, the swish of fringe,
the coat of your pet, the walking-by-touch that shows you care, a warm hug, and
the feel of your child trustingly taking your hand.
Trust
that each day will provide gifts of simple pleasure, if you take the time to
notice. Today is a gift; enjoy it!
Linda Kreter & the VeteranCaregiver Team
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Monday, February 17, 2014
Caregiver Peer Support - In Person...
Greetings,
We apologize for not writing yet in 2014; it has been a very busy year so far. More postings soon, but for now, one important, recurring point.
Online caregiver peer support is great, but if it's possible for you, we suggest setting up an in-person caregiver meeting in your community. If you choose, include family caregiver supporters too. It's up to you.
There's something about looking someone in the eye who understands, and nothing replaces a hug. Pick a place, set a time, and whoever shows up - you can visit, talk, debate, and share. If no one shows that day, give yourself the gift of quiet time. We highly recommend it.
Caregivers and those who support them are exceptional people. In 2014, give yourself the gift of meeting other caregivers beyond the Internet. It's a very old Barbra Streisand song, but "People, people who need people are the luckiest people of all!" Reach out and grow your in-person network through your community organizations, your churches, and your civic organizations.
Your heart and head will thank you.
Linda Kreter and the VeteranCaregiver Support Team.
We apologize for not writing yet in 2014; it has been a very busy year so far. More postings soon, but for now, one important, recurring point.
Online caregiver peer support is great, but if it's possible for you, we suggest setting up an in-person caregiver meeting in your community. If you choose, include family caregiver supporters too. It's up to you.
There's something about looking someone in the eye who understands, and nothing replaces a hug. Pick a place, set a time, and whoever shows up - you can visit, talk, debate, and share. If no one shows that day, give yourself the gift of quiet time. We highly recommend it.
Caregivers and those who support them are exceptional people. In 2014, give yourself the gift of meeting other caregivers beyond the Internet. It's a very old Barbra Streisand song, but "People, people who need people are the luckiest people of all!" Reach out and grow your in-person network through your community organizations, your churches, and your civic organizations.
Your heart and head will thank you.
Linda Kreter and the VeteranCaregiver Support Team.
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Wednesday, November 20, 2013
What Non-Caregivers Need to Consider...
Greetings,
Lately we’ve been noting how many times people are surprised
at a comment or statistic about Caregivers of veterans. It made us think that compiling several of them
might make more of you aware of what people don’t know, and therefore they
cannot offer to help you. So, in the
spirit of hoping others may read this (or you can send it to them), here is a
brief and incomplete listing – feel free to add to the list! This just might make your family holidays a
bit easier?
1.
“The VA takes care of all medical care for your
veteran and you, what are you complaining about?” (The VA takes care of the Vet’s care and Caregivers
receive CHAMPVA or TRICARE depending on service status, caregiver program, and
other factors, but not all care is covered for the caregiver. It can be very hard to find a doctor who
takes CHAMPVA or who understands PTSD, so don’t assume life is “easy”.)
2.
“As a Caregiver, you are paid for your work.” (Not in every case and not at market pricing
for commercial caregivers. It is very challenging to explain to others what a "typical" day looks like, but the pay is not why you do what you do, but it helps meet the bills that stress you. Ask that person to accompany you on your next set of doctor visits; it may open their eyes and their hearts.)
3.
“Besides, s/he’s your husband/adult child, you
should take care of them just because you love them.” (Judgment by others not familiar with your
days of constantly being on edge, dealing with a large bureaucracy, trying to
apply logic to an illogical system, scheduling countless appointments, juggling
20 medications carefully, and being bone-tired has nothing to do with paybacks
for love. Visible and invisible injuries
take a great deal of patience and work to manage with the care team. It’s hard
to keep the train on the tracks. This is
why there is a Caregiver program at VA that covers at least some of your needs
because it’s fairly obvious that if you all dropped off your vet at the VA that
the system would crumble rapidly. These
may be people you don’t need in your life…)
4.
“You should get a therapist if you are stressed or
not sleeping.” (That might be the case,
but being a Caregiver is draining and stressful at times, and only a clinician
can advise you. Having said that,
talking with your peers or a professional might lighten your load. We bristle when we hear the words "you should"...)
5.
“Never continue the conversation if the
Caregiver is in tears.” (We
disagree. We think this is a perfect
time for active listening and compassion.
If you can’t let down with those you’re close to or who need you, they
miss out on an opportunity for support.
Be a safe haven for them.)
6.
“Don’t discuss talk of suicide or suicidal
thoughts if the Caregiver brings it up.”
(This is an excellent time to compassionately listen, and to also ask if
they need other resources and professionals to discuss this serious topic. If they are seemingly a danger to themselves
or others, call emergency services. If
you are unsure, a call to the VA Lifeline would be appropriate to ask what to
do for support. Sometimes, though, just
providing a shoulder and a kind ear calms the anxious moment and the
almost-crisis moment passes. However,
when in doubt, always reach out for help!)
7.
“PTSD and TBI are excuses for acting like a
jerk!” (Perhaps, but unless you’re a
physician and know the background and medical record of the veteran, the
symptoms of either PTSD or TBI may not be managed well, or needs may have
changed. Educate yourself on both, and
know what to look for when medications are changed or someone is in denial over
needing help. Great resources exist on
both conditions, and alternative therapies may work when traditional first-line
therapies aren’t working. No two vets
are alike. No two Caregivers are either.)
8.
“You’re not the one with PTSD – s/he is!” (Potentially false. Secondary PTSD or Generational PTSD are the
terms used for the cumulative effect of being around those with PTSD and having
to alter your normal way of living to accommodate the veteran with PTSD. Insomnia, hyper-vigilance, walking on
eggshells, avoiding surprising someone, isolation, and altered communication
may indicate that the Caregiver needs supportive clinical care also. Again, it helps to educate yourself and your
family so they don’t inadvertently trigger a situation unwittingly.)
9.
“S/he’s been back for two years, what’s the
problem?” (War is hell. People come back from war changed, and they
change those around them. Physical loss
doesn’t get easier and invisible injuries are still misunderstood. There are Vietnam vets who have suppressed
their emotions and experiences for 40 years and they suffer still. There is not a timeframe for “getting better”. Please do not judge Caregivers or veterans on
their issues; judgment is not yours to make.
Offer resources, a gentle ear, and recognize that everyone heals at
their own pace and with appropriate care.)
10.
“You need to make time for yourself – you’re
running yourself ragged!” (We think
that each and every Caregiver has probably heard this at one time or
another. And, if you have run yourself
ragged by always putting others first, then please, ask for and access respite
care, a half-day off, or even begin seizing 15-minute intervals to breathe. Consider that if you fall down, the entire
family structure will wobble. Don’t
underestimate your critical role; you are the heartbeat of the family and you
matter, so taking care of yourself is critical.
To family members, please keep offering help proactively so that
the Caregiver knows you really mean it. Caregivers
are an independent, resourceful group, so coax them to lean on you and be there
when they do.)
There are many more, but this posting is long enough. We wish you a Happy Thanksgiving, and may you
have a calm and peaceful holiday.
Linda Kreter & the VeteranCaregiver Team
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Friday, October 25, 2013
Mental Health Support - Individual/Group & Moral Injury/PTSD
Greetings, friends,
We've been talking about Moral Injury on the American Heroes Network radio broadcast lately (15Oct), and a new discussion yesterday has provoked new thinking.
[An example of moral injury would be a fierce firefight that resulted in the inadvertent killing of innocent civilians that haunts a veteran afterward. This has gone on as long as war has been waged.]
Two issues are provided for your thought here today.
When a unit experiences a trauma together that goes against personal values and creates a moral dilemma, service members are forever changed. In past eras, it was very hard to reconnect with members of a unit, especially if the war fought was considered an Unjust War (Vietnam). With today's Social Media capabilities, we learned a great deal from a wonderfully articulate Marine who has found 80% of his unit. This online effort has now grown to include annual reunions that are highly significant and meaningful to them.
This unit/peer connection appears to be a growing phenomenon and began years ago with Facebook pages for a specific unit, and has morphed into using GPS geo-locators for identifying other veterans (POS REP). The action of organically connecting to prior unit members is showing positive outcomes for many, including finding some semblance of peace and improved mental well-being.
Interestingly, most mental health care is administered to each individual. Which works best?This is a tough question to answer since everyone is different, but research appears to be saying that for combat vets, a shared experience and peer connection may be an excellent way to heal.
Secondly, is Moral Injury separate or a component of PTSD? Moral Injury is under study to discern whether it is separate from PTSD, even though many symptoms may be the same. Is moral injury defined by guilt and a moral disagreement with personal values and PTSD more a danger response (with biological, psychological symptoms) coupled with a spiritual outlook? Does this help explain drone operators who are not in physical danger, but suffer greatly as we now know.
This topic will be discussed more fully on the American Heroes Network (www.AmericanHeroesNetwork.com) on 05 November at 11am EST and archived afterward on iTunes and the AHN website. Let us know what you think of the group versus individual approach to Moral Injury and/or PTSD may be?
Linda Kreter & the VeteranCaregiver team
We've been talking about Moral Injury on the American Heroes Network radio broadcast lately (15Oct), and a new discussion yesterday has provoked new thinking.
[An example of moral injury would be a fierce firefight that resulted in the inadvertent killing of innocent civilians that haunts a veteran afterward. This has gone on as long as war has been waged.]
Two issues are provided for your thought here today.
When a unit experiences a trauma together that goes against personal values and creates a moral dilemma, service members are forever changed. In past eras, it was very hard to reconnect with members of a unit, especially if the war fought was considered an Unjust War (Vietnam). With today's Social Media capabilities, we learned a great deal from a wonderfully articulate Marine who has found 80% of his unit. This online effort has now grown to include annual reunions that are highly significant and meaningful to them.
This unit/peer connection appears to be a growing phenomenon and began years ago with Facebook pages for a specific unit, and has morphed into using GPS geo-locators for identifying other veterans (POS REP). The action of organically connecting to prior unit members is showing positive outcomes for many, including finding some semblance of peace and improved mental well-being.
Interestingly, most mental health care is administered to each individual. Which works best?This is a tough question to answer since everyone is different, but research appears to be saying that for combat vets, a shared experience and peer connection may be an excellent way to heal.
Secondly, is Moral Injury separate or a component of PTSD? Moral Injury is under study to discern whether it is separate from PTSD, even though many symptoms may be the same. Is moral injury defined by guilt and a moral disagreement with personal values and PTSD more a danger response (with biological, psychological symptoms) coupled with a spiritual outlook? Does this help explain drone operators who are not in physical danger, but suffer greatly as we now know.
This topic will be discussed more fully on the American Heroes Network (www.AmericanHeroesNetwork.com) on 05 November at 11am EST and archived afterward on iTunes and the AHN website. Let us know what you think of the group versus individual approach to Moral Injury and/or PTSD may be?
Linda Kreter & the VeteranCaregiver team
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Friday, October 11, 2013
Moral Injury & PTSD - One Story
Greetings,
We will be talking Tuesday with two cutting edge researchers on the American Heroes Network about Moral Injury: PTSD and Suicide in the U.S. Military. This term is not often heard, but the stark truth written below may help with greater understanding of our troops' sacrifices and invisible injuries that linger after they return home. This story was written in 2005 and rings true today (link: http://www.commondreams.org/headlines05/0615-08.htm.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
We will be talking Tuesday with two cutting edge researchers on the American Heroes Network about Moral Injury: PTSD and Suicide in the U.S. Military. This term is not often heard, but the stark truth written below may help with greater understanding of our troops' sacrifices and invisible injuries that linger after they return home. This story was written in 2005 and rings true today (link: http://www.commondreams.org/headlines05/0615-08.htm.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
--by Sgt Zachary
Scott-Singley
It was still
dark. I got dressed in that darkness. When I was ready I grabbed an MRE (meal
ready to eat) and got in the truck. I was going to go line the truck up in
preparation for the raid we were about to go on. The targets were three houses
where RPG attacks had come from a few days prior. Sitting there in that
darkness listening to the briefing on how we were to execute the mission, I let
my mind wander from the briefing and said a prayer. "Just one more day
God, let me live one more day and we will go from there..." It was the
same prayer I said every day because every day I did the same thing. I left the
base. With a small team I would go out each day on different missions. I was
their translator.
There were different people to meet each day. There were some who would kill you if they could. They would look at you and you could see the hate in their eyes. I also met with people who would have given me everything they owned. People, that were so thankful to us because we had rid them of Saddam. Well, this day was not really much different from all those other days so far. After the briefing we all got into our assigned seats and convoyed out to the raid site. I was to go in directly after the military police that would clear the building.
The raid began without a hitch. Inside one of the courtyards of one of the houses, talking to an Iraqi woman checking to see if her story correlated with what the detained men had said, I heard gunfire. It was automatic gunfire. Ducking next to the stone wall I yelled at the woman to get inside her house, and when the gunfire stopped I peeked my head around the front gate. I saw a soldier amongst the others who was pulling rear security by our vehicles. This soldier I saw was still aiming his M249 (a fully automatic belt fed machine gun) at a black truck off in the distance. His was the weapon I had heard.
I ran up near his position and overheard the Captain in charge of the raid asking what had happened and why had this soldier opened fire. The soldier kept his weapon aimed and answered that he was sure he had seen a man holding an AK-47 in the back of the black truck. I was amongst the four (along with the soldier who had fired on the black truck) who had been selected to go and see what was up with that truck.
We were out of breath when we got to the gun-truck nearest to the black civilian truck (a gun-truck is a HUMMWV or sometimes called a Hummer by civilians, with a .50 caliber machine gun on its roof). There was a group of four Iraqis walking towards us from the black truck. They were carrying a body. When I saw this I ran forward and began to speak (in Arabic) to the man holding the body but I couldn't say a word.
There right in front of me in the arms of one of the men I saw a small boy (no more than 3 years old). His head was cocked back at the wrong angle and there was blood. So much blood. How could all that blood be from that small boy? I heard crying too. All of the Iraqi men standing there were crying and sobbing and asking me WHY? Someone behind me started screaming for a medic, it was the young soldier (around my age) who had fired his weapon. He screamed and screamed for a medic until his voice was hoarse and a medic came just to tell us what I already knew. The boy was dead. I was so numb.
I stood there looking at that little child, someone's child (just like mine) and seeing how red the clean white shirt of the man holding the boy was turning. It was then that I realized that I had been speaking to them; speaking in a voice that sounded so very far away. I heard my voice telling them (in Arabic) how sorry we were. My mouth was saying this but all my mind could focus on was the hole in the child's head. The white shirt covered in bright red blood. Every color was so bright. There were other colors too. The glistening white pieces of the child's skull still splattered on that so very white shirt. I couldn't stop looking at them even as I continued telling them how sorry we were.
I can still see it all to this very day. The raid was over there were no weapons to be found and we had accomplished nothing except killing a child of some unknowing mother. Not wanting to leave yet, I stayed as long as I could, talking to the man holding the child. I couldn't leave because I needed to know who they were. I wanted to remember. The man was the brother of the child's father. He was the boy's uncle, and he was watching him for his father who had gone to the market. They were carpenters and the soldier who had fired upon the truck had seen someone holding a piece of wood and standing in the truck bed.
Before I left to go back to our base I saw the young soldier who had killed the boy. His eyes were unfocused and he was just standing there, staring off into the distance. My hand went to my canteen and I took a drink of water. That soldier looked so lost, so I offered him a drink from my canteen. In a hoarse voice he quietly thanked me and then gave me such a thankful look; like I had given him gold.
Later that day those of us who had been selected to go inspect the black truck were filling reports out about what we had witnessed for the investigation. The Captain who had led the raid entered the room we were in and you could see that he was angry. He said, "Well this is just great! Now we have to go and give that family bags of money to shut them up..." I wanted to kill him. I sat there trembling with my rage. Some family had just lost their beautiful baby boy and this man, this COMMISSIONED OFFICER in the United States Army is worried about trying to pay off the family's grief and sorrow. He must not have been a father, otherwise he would know that money doesn't even come close... I wanted to use my bare hands to kill him, but instead I just sat there and waited until the investigating officer called me into his office.
To this day I still think about that raid, that family, that boy. I wonder if they are making attacks on us now. I would be. If someone took the life of my son or my daughter nothing other than my own death would stop me from killing that person. I still cry too. I cry when the memory hits me. I cry when I think of how very far away I am from my family who needs me. I am not there just like the boy's father wasn't there. I pray every day for my family's safety and just that I was with them. I have served my time, I have my nightmares, I have enough blood on my hands. My contract with the Army has been involuntarily extended. I am not asking for medicine to help with the nightmares or for anything else, only that the Army would have held true to the contract I signed and let me be a father, a husband, a daddy again.
There were different people to meet each day. There were some who would kill you if they could. They would look at you and you could see the hate in their eyes. I also met with people who would have given me everything they owned. People, that were so thankful to us because we had rid them of Saddam. Well, this day was not really much different from all those other days so far. After the briefing we all got into our assigned seats and convoyed out to the raid site. I was to go in directly after the military police that would clear the building.
The raid began without a hitch. Inside one of the courtyards of one of the houses, talking to an Iraqi woman checking to see if her story correlated with what the detained men had said, I heard gunfire. It was automatic gunfire. Ducking next to the stone wall I yelled at the woman to get inside her house, and when the gunfire stopped I peeked my head around the front gate. I saw a soldier amongst the others who was pulling rear security by our vehicles. This soldier I saw was still aiming his M249 (a fully automatic belt fed machine gun) at a black truck off in the distance. His was the weapon I had heard.
I ran up near his position and overheard the Captain in charge of the raid asking what had happened and why had this soldier opened fire. The soldier kept his weapon aimed and answered that he was sure he had seen a man holding an AK-47 in the back of the black truck. I was amongst the four (along with the soldier who had fired on the black truck) who had been selected to go and see what was up with that truck.
We were out of breath when we got to the gun-truck nearest to the black civilian truck (a gun-truck is a HUMMWV or sometimes called a Hummer by civilians, with a .50 caliber machine gun on its roof). There was a group of four Iraqis walking towards us from the black truck. They were carrying a body. When I saw this I ran forward and began to speak (in Arabic) to the man holding the body but I couldn't say a word.
There right in front of me in the arms of one of the men I saw a small boy (no more than 3 years old). His head was cocked back at the wrong angle and there was blood. So much blood. How could all that blood be from that small boy? I heard crying too. All of the Iraqi men standing there were crying and sobbing and asking me WHY? Someone behind me started screaming for a medic, it was the young soldier (around my age) who had fired his weapon. He screamed and screamed for a medic until his voice was hoarse and a medic came just to tell us what I already knew. The boy was dead. I was so numb.
I stood there looking at that little child, someone's child (just like mine) and seeing how red the clean white shirt of the man holding the boy was turning. It was then that I realized that I had been speaking to them; speaking in a voice that sounded so very far away. I heard my voice telling them (in Arabic) how sorry we were. My mouth was saying this but all my mind could focus on was the hole in the child's head. The white shirt covered in bright red blood. Every color was so bright. There were other colors too. The glistening white pieces of the child's skull still splattered on that so very white shirt. I couldn't stop looking at them even as I continued telling them how sorry we were.
I can still see it all to this very day. The raid was over there were no weapons to be found and we had accomplished nothing except killing a child of some unknowing mother. Not wanting to leave yet, I stayed as long as I could, talking to the man holding the child. I couldn't leave because I needed to know who they were. I wanted to remember. The man was the brother of the child's father. He was the boy's uncle, and he was watching him for his father who had gone to the market. They were carpenters and the soldier who had fired upon the truck had seen someone holding a piece of wood and standing in the truck bed.
Before I left to go back to our base I saw the young soldier who had killed the boy. His eyes were unfocused and he was just standing there, staring off into the distance. My hand went to my canteen and I took a drink of water. That soldier looked so lost, so I offered him a drink from my canteen. In a hoarse voice he quietly thanked me and then gave me such a thankful look; like I had given him gold.
Later that day those of us who had been selected to go inspect the black truck were filling reports out about what we had witnessed for the investigation. The Captain who had led the raid entered the room we were in and you could see that he was angry. He said, "Well this is just great! Now we have to go and give that family bags of money to shut them up..." I wanted to kill him. I sat there trembling with my rage. Some family had just lost their beautiful baby boy and this man, this COMMISSIONED OFFICER in the United States Army is worried about trying to pay off the family's grief and sorrow. He must not have been a father, otherwise he would know that money doesn't even come close... I wanted to use my bare hands to kill him, but instead I just sat there and waited until the investigating officer called me into his office.
To this day I still think about that raid, that family, that boy. I wonder if they are making attacks on us now. I would be. If someone took the life of my son or my daughter nothing other than my own death would stop me from killing that person. I still cry too. I cry when the memory hits me. I cry when I think of how very far away I am from my family who needs me. I am not there just like the boy's father wasn't there. I pray every day for my family's safety and just that I was with them. I have served my time, I have my nightmares, I have enough blood on my hands. My contract with the Army has been involuntarily extended. I am not asking for medicine to help with the nightmares or for anything else, only that the Army would have held true to the contract I signed and let me be a father, a husband, a daddy again.
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Thursday, September 26, 2013
New Suicide Prevention Tool - Vet-Tested - Coming Soon!
We must talk. We must reach out. We must care.
And, we must trust that we can make a difference together.
Twenty-two Veterans take their own
lives every day. That’s one every 65
minutes. Every day. Many have sought care, and many refuse to seek
care. All need new options. Service members, veterans, and their families
are suffering in relative silence when so many in our communities and nation
are willing to help.
A new suicide prevention tool is launching very soon. With a single touch, a smartphone app, CallApp, becomes a virtual crisis center that
provides choices to a vet and reduces
confusion at times of great stress.
Users can select direct connections to crisis lines, battle buddies,
trusted friends, clinicians, organizations, and faith and community-based support. CallApp will be free to our service members, veterans, and their families,
and each can personalize their
contacts to readily reach trusted friends and support.
All features are Vet requested and Vet-tested. Safe locations, peer
support, and options in 36 languages will help encourage rapid adoption. Additionally, continually updated information
on PTSD, TBI, anxiety, depression, MST, chronic pain, and local resources will
provide further support. CallApp
provides a unique bridge of communication
between the extremes of a crisis intervention or waiting and faltering for help,
often alone.
Together, we can and will stem the tragedy of military suicides.
Linda Kreter & the VeteranCaregiver Team
Labels:
22 suicides/day,
36 languages,
anxiety,
chronic pain,
community-based,
depression,
faith-based,
MST,
personalized help,
smartphones,
suicide prevention,
support for families in suicide prevention,
trusted friends
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