Tomorrow we celebrate over 230 years of freedom, we talk about the wars we won, we talk about the flag and we make flowery empty statements about those who sacrifice. Then as we leave the celebration for the car park a homeless man asks for a dollar and we mutter “fucking homeless” and tell them to beat it.
Next time you tell a homeless person in New York to fuck off,be aware 66% are veterans, you know the ones you just sang along with some over the hill B grade actor to a song about their sacrifice!
That man wearing the Vietnam veteran cap pushing the shopping trolley probably is a Vietnam vet with 66% of the homeless being vets, don’t be so quick to pass off their clothing as cheap surplus from the army navy store. The chances are the man you just yelled at was, not too many years ago fighting for our freedom in some war we probably should never have been in but we were so they made the best of a shitty place. They followed orders and they came home, but a hell of a lot left their souls and their sanity somewhere in the DMZ for many years after their bodies were in Manhattan. They tried to be fathers, they tried to be sons and they tried to work and enjoy life with the fractured body they brought home.
But it got harder and the noises in their head got louder, first their family stopped understanding then their bosses then in quick time society followed. The shiny uniform they kept hanging in the closet that they only wore once a year soon was their every day clothes, because as they became more fractured and in their minds it was what they had to wear because suddenly in their 24/7 nightmares they were back in country and you were the enemy.
We all think the VA is there for them, well think again if the injury is a limb blown off they fix it the best they can. Are you aware however that the wounded warriors coming back from Iraq and Afghanistan today, with closed head injuries are being forced to wait 80-120 days not for treatment but just for the first rudimentary evaluation? That doesn’t mean the treatment starts, they might if their lucky be told to come back in 6 months .
Get it together America, tomorrow households will spend hundreds and drive miles to celebrate and 24 hours later have nothing but heart burn and sunburn to remember it. So before you hypocritically yell “yeah god bless the veterans “ why don’t you? Take 20% of what you intend to gorge on tomorrow, and give it to the homeless vet down the block. Buy him new socks, get together with your kids buy a back pack take the kids shopping. Get a voucher book for a fast food restaurant,and a $10 metro card and a refillable water bottle and some energy bars a tooth brush and some soap and give it to him with a coffee and burger. And thank him for all he sacrificed for you and all your neighbours. Find out where a veterans outreach is, and put the info in the back pack and you can adopt them treat them like family they damn well fought for you like you were theirs and they left no man behind how dare you do!