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Edited on Sat Sep-19-09 10:42 PM by UTUSN
1) Teabagger. Well, at least a third of vets according to the VFW are strong wingnuts.
2) Each person's own case history is not known except usually to the individual and the VA. There are mental/emotional wounds that are not visible.
3) Somebody posted submitting a Form 180 to the VA asking for somebody's records. I think you have to be the veteran asking for their own records, or family if the vet is not mentally capable or deceased. I don't think anybody can just ask for anybody's records. But the people who tracked down DENNEHY did it through a Freedom of Information request.
Now, there are certainly some cons out there. Besides the famous DENNEHY con, in my locality there was a dude claiming to be a Korean vet who ran for Commander of the VFW, and when he was checked out for the election, he was found not to have been overseas at all, therefore not even eligible to be a member of the VFW. It was a pathetic case. He stayed local, had to face people all the time. Every bar he went to there were whispers to the uninitiated, telling his story. He was always sitting alone.
But coming at this from a different angle, one of my peeves with my own co-veterans, is the way the less educated, obnoxious ones try to put newcomers to "tests" ---asking, "What was your M.O.S?" That's an Army term, having to do, I think, with your Army occupational code, what job you were performing. The first time they asked me, a NAVY dude, that, I had ZERO idea what the fuck they were talking about, and only knew that my stock was down in these idiots' eyes. For the record, the parallel Navy jargon for M.O.S. is "RATING." RATE is your pay grade. Then again, they dropped a test question like, "Did you like Tan Son Nuit(sp) Air Force Base?" This was the entry point to and departure point from Vietnam. But, like, I was there those TWO times, one year apart, and, yes, it was an important turning point in my life, but isolated and soon overcome by the REST OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE!1
I actually now carry a copy of my DD214 in a plastic cover sheet in my wallet. I haven't actually had to use it because the local yokels know me by now, but I have really fantasized about taking it out, opening it up, and SLAPPING IT ON THEIR FUCKING FACES!1
Also, a lot of these dudes have spent every waking minute except for drinking, or in addition to it, watching EVERY AVAILABLE MOVIE about Vietnam. Frankly, I and everybody I knew during my 4 yrs of service just wanted to get out and get OVER it, then went to school and work and kept a distance from the VFW type reminders. ***********************HooKAY!1 Got carried away there!1
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