Like I have said before in one of my other blogs. Go to a Veterans hospital and just sit there, Watch and listen to the many different people, Yesterday,was another travel day to the V.A. hospital with my husband. He was going to dermatology, where he would met up with two other Vietnam vets. As I sat next to him while he and his fellow vietnam Vets chatted about the care they were giving from the Hospital doctors. It was almost the same from each on how things were going for them. I would learn that these three men felt the need to smoke Marijuana, which seemed to help the pain they all seem to have , All three of these men had some kind of pain, one , I learned use to jump from planes , he was a paratrooper, and with the many jumps that he had done it had messed up his back, they also seem to have the same ptsd and hepatitis exposed to agent orange, And that when the pain medicine they were given did nothing for their pain it was smoking that seemed to help. I would like to think these are all excuses from these three men. Including my husband , But what I do know is that I don't know what it was like to be in a war that wasn't liked by many, And even less by the people of your own country . I can stand in judgment and say that smoking pot is bad , and that you shouldn't do it. In fact my first husband smoked it with his decease, And I hounded him to stop , and he did, before I knew it he would end up dying, Was it from not smoking? who is to say, But it seems to me that I have this enormous need to get my husbands to stop. As I sat listen to these men from a world of their own I would hear from across the room from a world of world war two. They seem to be talking about how the kids now a days wouldn't know what to do if there wasn't any electricity and if there wasn't a store to get their food from.and would they know how to live. They talked about the price of bread , and how it was for them to walk out to some hot house to go to the bathroom. How clean the air was and the world seem to be. As it changed from that to politics. I wonder what it would be like in years to come as the persian gulf war , the war in Iraq , how was it going to be once these Veterans came home and as they to, sat in a waiting room at a V.A.hopsital.Some of these men came long distances to get there health check . In fact the one that was in the mix of conversation's with my husband drove from Kentucky, the other came from the boarders of Alabama and Tennessee. Yes, they get travel pay, but with the cost of gas , it doesn't make it. plus all three of these vietnam vets were getting a pint of blood taken from them. Which was a way to help the many sore out breaks from the agrent orange. And driving would be out of the question, since it would tire them all out.ONE OF THE REASON I WAS WITH MY HUSBAND. As the dying breed of the world war two is coming to a close, it is the next generation,The Parisian Gulf and the Iraq war. Will you have to endure the remarks of those that saw your wars as senseless? Of these three men , My husband had most of the marks of the agent orange which showed on his legs arms and face. He just started to have blood drawn to help with the outbreak and hadn't been with that kinda of treatment long as the other two, even thou the one had his out break on the back of his neck and shoulders. It was the remark of my Husband that I couldn't believe that some people found him untouchable do to these marks on his body , assuming they were aid related. And more so to learn that even family members wouldn't like to be touch or even want to look at him. Fear makes many people fear the unknown. But in the present of his fellow Vets he had support of another human being. My Husbands return from Vietnam gave him the medical treatment he was now having to use. Before entering the coast guard he was a healthy young man , So, How do we all look at people ? How is it we can judge? As I get older, and have my own issues with pain, should I be so fast to give my opinion about how someone should be, or what drugs to take , just so they can live the remainder of their life at what ever level they can. It just goes back to being who I am. I can choose what and who I am. For it is MY RIGHT to do so. Even at times I just want my life to be without struggles. I do believe this is what I am to deeply learn here on earth. TO WALK MY TALK! LIVE IN LOVE AND FORGIVENESS. So, as I come to the close of my blog , I hope that those who read it will do so with open heart with forgiveness and with deep understanding, That we are here walking our paths to learn who we are. Not who others should be, by our standards . AND THAT LOVE IS............. A very powerful thing
Like I have said before in one of my other blogs. Go to a Veterans hospital and just sit there, Watch and listen to the many different people, Yesterday,was another travel day to the V.A. hospital with my husband. He was going to dermatology, where he would met up with two other Vietnam vets. As I sat next to him while he and his fellow vietnam Vets chatted about the care they were giving from the Hospital doctors. It was almost the same from each on how things were going for them. I would learn that these three men felt the need to smoke Marijuana, which seemed to help the pain they all seem to have , All three of these men had some kind of pain, one , I learned use to jump from planes , he was a paratrooper, and with the many jumps that he had done it had messed up his back, they also seem to have the same ptsd and hepatitis exposed to agent orange, And that when the pain medicine they were given did nothing for their pain it was smoking that seemed to help. I would like to think these are all excuses from these three men. Including my husband , But what I do know is that I don't know what it was like to be in a war that wasn't liked by many, And even less by the people of your own country . I can stand in judgment and say that smoking pot is bad , and that you shouldn't do it. In fact my first husband smoked it with his decease, And I hounded him to stop , and he did, before I knew it he would end up dying, Was it from not smoking? who is to say, But it seems to me that I have this enormous need to get my husbands to stop. As I sat listen to these men from a world of their own I would hear from across the room from a world of world war two. They seem to be talking about how the kids now a days wouldn't know what to do if there wasn't any electricity and if there wasn't a store to get their food from.and would they know how to live. They talked about the price of bread , and how it was for them to walk out to some hot house to go to the bathroom. How clean the air was and the world seem to be. As it changed from that to politics. I wonder what it would be like in years to come as the persian gulf war , the war in Iraq , how was it going to be once these Veterans came home and as they to, sat in a waiting room at a V.A.hopsital.Some of these men came long distances to get there health check . In fact the one that was in the mix of conversation's with my husband drove from Kentucky, the other came from the boarders of Alabama and Tennessee. Yes, they get travel pay, but with the cost of gas , it doesn't make it. plus all three of these vietnam vets were getting a pint of blood taken from them. Which was a way to help the many sore out breaks from the agrent orange. And driving would be out of the question, since it would tire them all out.ONE OF THE REASON I WAS WITH MY HUSBAND. As the dying breed of the world war two is coming to a close, it is the next generation,The Parisian Gulf and the Iraq war. Will you have to endure the remarks of those that saw your wars as senseless? Of these three men , My husband had most of the marks of the agent orange which showed on his legs arms and face. He just started to have blood drawn to help with the outbreak and hadn't been with that kinda of treatment long as the other two, even thou the one had his out break on the back of his neck and shoulders. It was the remark of my Husband that I couldn't believe that some people found him untouchable do to these marks on his body , assuming they were aid related. And more so to learn that even family members wouldn't like to be touch or even want to look at him. Fear makes many people fear the unknown. But in the present of his fellow Vets he had support of another human being. My Husbands return from Vietnam gave him the medical treatment he was now having to use. Before entering the coast guard he was a healthy young man , So, How do we all look at people ? How is it we can judge? As I get older, and have my own issues with pain, should I be so fast to give my opinion about how someone should be, or what drugs to take , just so they can live the remainder of their life at what ever level they can. It just goes back to being who I am. I can choose what and who I am. For it is MY RIGHT to do so. Even at times I just want my life to be without struggles. I do believe this is what I am to deeply learn here on earth. TO WALK MY TALK! LIVE IN LOVE AND FORGIVENESS. So, as I come to the close of my blog , I hope that those who read it will do so with open heart with forgiveness and with deep understanding, That we are here walking our paths to learn who we are. Not who others should be, by our standards . AND THAT LOVE IS............. A very powerful thing
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