Very grateful for this. Wow, a guy who gets it. A guy who listens and learns from combat vets. Pardus, I think there's an institutionalized culture of fucking people in any big bureaucracy, but the services are more prone to do it with the least amount of human sensitivity because SOP is founded upon the principles of cattle herding. Combat vets have a very low boiling point when it comes to petty bullshit. And petty bullshit is everywhere in the military and the VA and the civilian workplace, everywhere you freaking go post combat.
You have a brotherhood with your squad/teammates, with your medic/corpsman, a spiritual connection, an incredibly strong bond of understanding that outsiders--and by that I mean anybody, even military personnel--who didn't experience that unique relationship, will never be able to comprehend unless, like this man, they actually listen and learn.
The military's never wanted to hear about your personal problems even if you've gotten your arm blown off at the military's behest and upon its behalf. They just want to process your problem out the freakin door in the most efficient manner. And then you get to the VA and they throw drugs at you--the magic bullet--or put you into some counselling session with some civilian non-hack who talks to you like you're a three-year-old in a room with a group of wannabes working claims.
I had a very difficult time assimilating. For years. When I first went to the VA in the mid-70's, it was staffed by a lot of WW2 veteran mid-level REMFs who dismissed what Jonathan Shay defines as "moral injury" as chickenshit. The shrinks were all quacks who couldn't make it in civilian practice and the MDs just wanted an excuse to cut you open. And this is the way it was until the late 90's, at least in my experience. Things are better at the VA, no question. But you can't diagnose and treat "moral injury" from a manual. I remember once, during a bad spell, I really needed to connect, to talk. They set me up with some 20-something girl who'd just gotten her psychology degree. I talked to her for maybe five minutes and realized it was a waste of her time and mine.
War becomes part of your character. You can't forget about it so don't even try. It's going to be with you until the day you drop your ruck, the day you meet your fallen brothers. There is hope and help. Recovery can happen in the company of your peers. What eventually helped me was a Vet Center counsellor, who'd been grieviously wounded with 1st Cav in the Central Highlands. He put me in a small group with other men who shared similar experiences. All combat vets, some Army, some Marines, three of us had gotten hit. It was amazing.
Your Brothers will always be there for you. The military may fuck you, the VA may fuck you, your civilian boss will most likely fuck you...but never leave the Brotherhood. Always stay in touch.