There is never a point in time where you cease to be a Marine. You just find new battlefields to fight on. I tried to be a civilian for years & settle down; but Marines are trained to react quick & sort it all out later, so for years I went from one job to another. The only thing I was ever really good @ other than body guard & special security work was driving a truck. It was good to spend days on the road with noone messing with me; but @ the end of the trip I would often find a new battle to fight with a customer or dispatcher. During that time I beat a lot of men who seemed to get off on beating women or children. Now I’m a disabled Vet. I’m finally getting the pension that was taken away from me in 1970 because of a wrong diagnosis; & I’m finally getting treatment for my problems as well. A lot of our guys are returning home to the same kind of abuse we got coming out of Viet Nam. Why can’t people try to understand why we are the way we are, & either try to help or stay the hell out of our way?
