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My son in law has a friend who is ex-army. The quintessential suburban guy-next-door who grills every weekend, sometime for a crowd sometime just a few. So SIL’s brother and family are hanging out having beers and brats and such. Guy-next-door has two army buddies hanging with him, they all served in the Mid East together and I gather it was more than one tour.
Army guy ‘A’ says to brother’s wife, “That sure is one sweet ass you got stuffed in those jeans.” As you would expect brother takes exception and tries to get satisfaction but failing takes his family home—only smart thing that happend all evening.
Guy gets into a raging verbal fight with both ‘A’ and ‘B’ which pretty much ends the festivities. ‘B’ says Guy is dissing his ‘brothers’ in arms. Guy says anybody insulting his friends and acting like assholes is no ‘brother’ and why don’t you get your ass off my property. ‘A’ leaves the conversation and goes out to the car. ‘B’ continues to harangue Guy. ‘A’ comes up behind Guy, does a strangle hold and stabs Guy in the chest.
Guy proceeds to stomp ‘A’s butt wound and all until ‘A’ & ‘B’ leave whereupon Guy’s wife discovers the wound is serious enough to be life threatening. At the emergency room local law enforcement is notified as with all knife or gunshot wounds.
Guy says to cop, ‘Look, he’s an army buddy and I don’t want to get him in trouble. Can we just get him to the VA for psych help?’
Cop says it’s too late for that once he fled the scene. Guy says, ‘But he’s already on probation.’ Cop says not anymore he’s not.
I tell this story because it all happened in a quiet suburban neighborhood between army buddies who bonded in combat, the strongest bond there is, and to say there’s a major time bomb out there. Hundreds of thousands of vets who served tour after tour in combat and aren’t getting the care they need.
I also want to pass on a piece of advice I got from a wise man: Don’t fuck with somebody you don’t know.
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