Hundreds of OEF/OIF Vets Homeless, Numbers Rising
From the Washington Post:
The number of homeless veterans from recent wars is hard to gauge. From 2004 to 2006, the Department of Veterans Affairs provided
shelter to 300 veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan tours, out of the tens of thousands who have served.
That figure "is not even close to accurate," said Paul Rieckhoff, executive director of the Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America, because it
doesn't include the "others sleeping in buses, their cars or on the streets." In New York City alone, he said his organization has helped 60
homeless veterans since 2004.
Indeed, Newsweek reported earlier this month that the estimated OEF/OIF homeless veteran figure is closer to 500-1,000.
A recent study found that those who have served multiple tours are 50 percent more likely to suffer from acute combat stress. ... Veterans'
homeless shelters across the country, such as the Maryland Center for Veterans Education and Training in Baltimore, are bracing for increased
demand. "The wave has not hit yet, but it will," said retired Army Col. Charles Williams, MCVET's executive director.
Nearby, the South Baltimore Station shelter is doubling the size of its program in anticipation of the Iraq war vets it expects to serve, said Woody
Curry, the center's program director. He thinks it will be several years before they start showing up in large numbers. "Usually it takes a period of
time before it surfaces -- the PTSD," he said. "And the military mentality leads you to try to tough it out and not say anything." ...
Meanwhile, a report by the Democratic staff of the House Veterans Affairs Committee found that from October 2005 to June 2006, the number of
Iraq and Afghanistan veterans seeking services from walk-in veterans centers doubled, from 4,467 to 9,103.
"It's clear from the report that Vet Center capacity has not kept pace with demand for services, and the administration has failed to properly plan
and prepare for the mental health needs of returning veterans and their families," U.S. Rep. Michael H. Michaud (D-Maine), a member of the
committee, said in a statement.
Please read the full piece to hear of one vet's struggle with PTSD and homelessness. And check the homeless veteran 'Stand Down' days
schedule to either contribute or volunteer at an event near you, or to seek help yourself if you are a veteran currently in need of a safe place to get
some help and assistance.
|Hundreds of OEF/OIF Vets Homeless
(article from the Washington Post, scroll at the end of this page)
700,000+ Homeless Veterans (Read the article below)
THE WAR COMES HOME
Iraq war veterans feel they are
being cast aside. Three vets explain in their own words.
Michael Rocky Sue
by Emily DePrang
Statistics are one way to tell the story of the approximately 1.4 million servicemen and women who’ve been to Iraq and Afghanistan. According to
a study published in the New England Journal of Medicine in 2004, 86 percent of soldiers in Iraq reported knowing someone who was seriously
injured or killed there. Some 77 percent reported shooting at the enemy; 75 percent reported seeing women or children in imminent peril and
being unable to help. Fifty-one percent reported handling or uncovering human remains; 28 percent were responsible for the death of a
noncombatant. One in five Iraq veterans returns home seriously impaired by post-traumatic stress disorder.
Words are another way. Below are the stories of three veterans of this war, told in their voices, edited for flow and efficiency but otherwise
unchanged. They bear out the statistics and suggest that even those who are not diagnosably impaired return burdened by experiences they can
neither forget nor integrate into their postwar lives. They speak of the inadequacy of what the military calls reintegration counseling, of the
immediacy of their worst memories, of their helplessness in battle, of the struggle to rejoin a society that seems unwilling or unable to
comprehend the price of their service. Strangers to one another and to me, they nevertheless tried, sometimes through tears, to communicate
what the intensity of an ambiguous war has done to them. One veteran, Sue Randolph, put it this way: “People walk up to me and say, ‘Thank you
for your service.’ And I know they mean well, but I want to ask, ‘Do you know what you’re thanking me for?’” She, Rocky, and Michael Goss offer
their stories here in the hope that citizens will begin to know.
Michael Goss, 29, served two tours in Iraq. He grew up in Corpus Christi and returned there after his other-than-honorable discharge. He lives
with his brother. He is divorced and sees his children every other weekend while working the graveyard shift as a bail bondsman. He is quietly
intelligent, thoughtful, and attentive, always saying ma’am and holding the door. He struggles with severe PTSD and is obsessed with learning
about the insurgency by studying reports and videos online. He is awaiting treatment from the Veterans Administration. He has been waiting for
over a year.
I gave the Army seven years. It was supposed to be my career. I did two tours in Iraq, in 2003 and 2005. But during the last one, I started to get
depressed. I lost faith in my chain of command. I became known as a rogue NCO. That’s how I got my other-than-honorable discharge.
One night they said to me, “Sgt. Goss, gather your best guys.” I say, “Where we going?” They say, “Don’t worry about it, just come on.” So we get
in the car and go. We drive three blocks away, and there’s six dead soldiers on the ground. They say, “You’re casualty collecting tonight.” I’m not
prepared for that. I wasn’t taught how to do that. But you’re there. So you pick them up, and you put them in a body bag, pieces by pieces, and you
go back to your unit, and you stand inside your room. And they’re like, “You’re going on a patrol, come on.” You’re like, “Hang on a minute. Let me
think about what I just did here.” I just put six American guys in damn body bags. Nobody’s prepared for that. Nobody’s prepared for that thing to
blow up on the side of the road. You’re talking, and you’re driving, and then something blows up, and the next thing you know, two of your guys
are missing their faces. They just want you to get up the next day and go, go, let’s do it again, you’re a soldier. Yeah, I got the soldier part, OK?
It gets to the point where they numb you. They numb you to death. They numb you to anything. You come back, and it starts coming back to you
slowly. Now you gotta figure out a way to deal with it. In Iraq you had a way to deal with it because they kept pushing you back out there. Keep
pushing you back out into the streets. Go go go. Hey, I just shot four people today. Yeah, and in about four hours you’re going to go back out, and
you’ll probably shoot six more. So let’s go. Just deal with it. We’ll fix it when we get back. That’s basically what they’re telling you. We’ll fix it all
when we get back. We’ll get your head right and everything when we get back to the States. I’m sorry, it’s not like that. It’s not supposed to be like
that. All the soldiers have post-traumatic stress disorder, and they’re like, “Hey, you’re good. You went to counseling four times, you can go back
to Iraq. It’s OK.” No. It doesn’t work that way.
I have PTSD. I know when I got it—the night I killed an 8-year-old girl. Her family was trying to cross a checkpoint. We’d just shot three guys who’d
tried to run a checkpoint. And during that mess, they were just trying to get through to get away from it all. And we ended up shooting all them, too.
It was a family of six. The only one that survived was a 13-month-old and her mother. And the worst part about it all was that where I shot my
bullets, when I went to see what I’d shot at, there was an 8-year-old girl there. I tried my best to bring her back to life, but there was no use. But
that’s what triggered my depression.
When I got out of the Army, I had 10 days to get off base. There was no reintegration counseling. As soon as I got back, nobody gave a fuck about
anything except that piece of paper that said I got everything out of my room. I got out of the Army, and everything went to shit from there.
My wife ended up finding another guy. I’m getting divorced, and I’m fighting for custody. She wants child support, the house, the car, the boys.
I get three nights off a week. And I drink and take pills to help me sleep at night. I do what I can to help myself. I talk to friends. Soldiers who were
there. Once in a while one of my old soldiers will call me, drunk off his ass, crying about the stuff he saw in Iraq. And all I can do is tell him, “You
and me both are going to have to find a way to work this out.” That’s the only thing I can tell him.
I do martial arts, that’s what I do. I go in a cage and I fight. It helps take my mind off of things. I get hurt, but I can’t feel it. I don’t feel it until after it’s
all over with.
So let’s put this in perspective now. I got two Iraq tours, multiple kills, I picked up plenty of dead bodies, American bodies, enemy bodies. I killed
an 8-year-old girl, which still haunts me to this day. I come back home. My wife finds somebody else. I’m sleeping on my brother’s couch while
she has the apartment, the kids, the car, everything that we worked on together. I work as a bail bondsman making $432 a week, which all goes
to my brother. I have to fight just to see my boys because she’s at the point where she thinks I don’t deserve to see my kids because I haven’t
had help for my PTSD. She’s scared I might do something stupid. And the VA won’t help me out because of my other-than-honorable discharge.
What else do you want to know?
Every month the VA sends me a letter saying I’m still under review. I’m like, I couldn’t care less about the money. I don’t care about disability
percentage. I want you to tell me to go to this fucking doctor here and go get help. That’s what I want them to tell me. If they think I don’t deserve
money because I got kicked out with other-than-honorable discharge, fine. But don’t tell me I’m cured all of a sudden, because I’m not. I still have
my nightmares, anxiety attacks, panic attacks, I still see the glitter from the IED blowing up when I’m going down the street. I still see the barrette
in her hair when I carried her out of the car to the ambulance when she was bleeding all over me. I still see all that. And there’s nothing that I can
do about that now.
Rocky, 26, prefers to remain anonymous. He joined the Army shortly before the attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, and went to Iraq in 2004 for one year
and a day. A Houston native, he lives alone now in a Dallas apartment, goes to community college, and works construction. He’s funny, playful,
and handsome, and carries a pool cue in his trunk to be ready for a game at any time. He doesn’t tell people he’s a veteran. He doesn’t like to
talk about it. This story is an exception.
I was one of those kids that could have been handed anything on a silver platter. But I really worked hard for everything anyway, because I wanted
to prove myself. And my parents, who would have given me anything, ruled with an iron fist. And I was patriotic. So it seemed like everything in my
life pointed to the Army as the way to go.
I was 20. I’m sure I was different then. I don’t know how. I know how I am now. I assume that the character traits that I show now are the core set
of values that I left with. My sense of pride, hard work. Everything I have, I made out of nothing.
You get to see what people are made of over there. You get to see how shallow people are, how weak they are. How strong they can be in
horrible moments. And then how the people you should be looking up to are hiding, and you have to look out for them. You get to really see what
a person is made of.
And over there, I learned to read people. I know what they’re going to do before they do it. After seeing the same movements before you get shot
at or bombed, the same symptoms of the city and the people around you—it’s a fluid movement. Doors close, people disappear, and all of a
sudden you’re like, OK guys, hunker down, it’s about to hit us. And all of a sudden you’re under fire.
People would pop shots at us and pop back. They’d have a setup where they have a bomb in the road, and everybody sits by the windows when
they set off an IED. When we’re looking at what’s going on, everybody’s laughing and pointing and smiling after your buddy’s sitting there
bleeding. So I held them all responsible. Everybody that was in the guilty range.
If there was gunfire coming from a window, I shot into that window and made sure nothing was coming back out at me. One time, there was an
RPG shooter shooting at me. He hit a Bradley in front of us, and we were in a Humvee. He hit the Bradley in front of us, and the round didn’t go
off. It got stuck in the mud. So the Bradley rolled back, and we rolled back. And I had to shoot the position-caller before I could shoot the actual
shooter. He didn’t have a gun, but I knew what he was doing. He was the one calling out what’s going on. He was on the phone. So I sent a shot
up 20 feet above him and below him and to the side of him. And he just stood there. On his phone, talking the whole time. Innocent people run.
The bad guys stay and fight. If they’re not running, they’re going to be calling. That’s the way I see it. So I shot him. If you freaked out and stood
still, I’m sorry. I cannot take this chance again. You have to start making these moral decisions. Better to be judged by 12 than carried by six. You’
re caught in the fucking middle of it.
After that, now I think, well, now I’m damned. Now I’ve done the worst thing. There’s not much more worse you can do than shoot an unarmed
person. It’s not just, man, now I got to fucking deal with this. It’s like, man, I hope nobody saw that because I’ll go to jail, too. You feel so horrible.
You kind of die inside. There’s really nothing beneath me now. I’m at the bottom of the barrel. You’re worried about salvation and people finding
out these dirty little secrets. It’s not something that you wanted to do. It might be something that you had to do, that you accidentally did. Things
happen. And then there’s the whole fear of going to jail for trying to do what’s right for your country—it’s bad. Sometimes you think people are
shooting at you, and you’d rather just chance it because you’re hoping they don’t have an armor-piercing round.
But I’m not going to bow down. I know what I’m made of—do you? Most people have no idea what matters. When I’m standing at the gates and I
see St. Peter, I’ll say, lemme in. I try to do right now. I don’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings. I go to school, maybe I’ll earn a midlevel job. Just fly
under the radar. I don’t want any attention. I just want to be away from people. Not many people call me still. I keep it real dim in my apartment. I
like it calm and quiet. This is what life’s made of. Being able to relax and be safe. Watch a movie, play some video games. Just to sit back and
have fun with your friends. That’s beautiful.
Sue Randolph, 39, grew up in Saudi Arabia and earned her master’s degree in Arabic at the University of Michigan. After her service in 2003, she
moved to Houston with her husband, a geologist. She now works in satellite communications and raises her 3-year-old daughter, a self-
identified “princess,” and a 2-month-old kitten named Sparkles. Randolph’s family goes kayaking and hiking on weekends. She is clever, quick-
witted, passionate, and kind. She still struggles with anxiety while driving and when she’s near crowds. She finds news about the war upsetting
and frustratingly inaccurate.
I joined the Army because I had $65,000 in student loans and didn’t know how I was going to make payments. Since I had a master’s in political
science—Middle East studies and Arabic—I ended up doing translation as part of the search for weapons of mass destruction. For a year, my
team drove around behind the 3rd Infantry getting shot at, getting mortared, looking at warehouses of documents, chemicals, and parts of things
that could be WMDs. I mean, you name it, we did it. We talked to people. We went into people’s houses.
The technological level of the things I saw wasn’t anywhere near anything [former Secretary of State] Colin Powell talked about. The buildings we
went into, wiring was on the outside of the walls. I didn’t see anything like the equipment you’d see in a fifth-grade science lab. The most
technically advanced thing we saw was a 12-volt car battery hooked up to bedsprings for torture. But not anything on the chemical or biological
Iraq looks like it’s straight out of the Bible. It’s mud brick, it’s falling down.It’s kids with sticks herding goats. There’s like three high-rises in all of
Baghdad, and those are the only ones you’ll ever see on any newscast. The rest of it is mud brick, falling down.
At the time, I would see little girls on the side of the road, and I felt like I was part of a big machine that was going to help them have a better life.
At the time. Now, looking at all of the lack of evidence for us being there except GW throwing a temper tantrum, frankly I feel—not used, because I
signed up for it—but I feel like we were there for no good reason. Eventually Saddam would have been overthrown, either by his own people or
through Iran or someone else, and change would have come. It wouldn’t have been on our timetable, but it would have happened. I don’t think it
was worthwhile at all.
When I went back to my base in Germany, it was like a bad dream. It was like nothing happened. Then I got out of the Army and came back to the
States. Once you leave the Army, there’s no reintegration help of any kind. Unless you went looking for it, there was nothing. And even if you went
looking for it, you had to dig.
The military says that they’re giving exit counseling and reintegration. What they’re calling re-entry counseling, in my experience, was, “Don’t drink
and drive. Pay your bills on time. Don’t beat your spouse. Don’t kick your dog.” All of these things that once you’ve reached a certain age, you’re
supposed to know. None of it is, “If you have discomfort with dealing with crowds, if you don’t feel comfortable with your spouse, if you can’t sleep
in a bed, if you don’t want to drive down the road because you think everything is a bomb, here’s what to do.” No psychological or de-stress
counseling is involved in this reintegration to garrison. And that’s just if you’re staying in the Army. If you’re leaving the Army, you get, “Here’s how
to write a resume.”
They don’t prepare you to leave. Hell, they didn’t prepare me to be there. I was going into people’s houses trying to tell the wife and kids as we’re
segregating them out from the men that we’re the good guys. But they’re crying because one of their kids got killed because he was up there
sleeping on the roof when we decided to bust into their house. I mean that’s crazy. But we’re the good guys. Now I have to deal with that for the
next 20 or 30 years. I have a 3-year-old. I deal with that every day.
I think we are going to end up like after Vietnam if we’re not careful. The Vietnam guys were treated really horribly, and whether they came back
and quietly went back to their lives or not, they were all stereotyped in a criminal negative. And I’m afraid if we as a society don’t learn what we
didn’t do for those guys, we’re going to have that in spades. We don’t have low-end kind of industry jobs for them like working in the auto plant, so
they’re not going to be supporting their families. And they’re going to be angry. They’re going to feel like they’re owed. Do we get everybody
counseling as soon as they get out, mandatory 90-day counseling? I don’t know how. But there isn’t enough money in this country right now to
make some of these guys feel like what they went through was worthwhile.
We have no comprehension of the psychological cost of this war. I know kids in Iraq who killed themselves. I know kids that got killed. OK, that’s
apparently the price of doing business. But multiply me by 2 million. If I’m fairly high-functioning, what about the ones that aren’t? They’re going
back to small-town America, and their families aren’t going to know what to do with them. It’s like, what do we do with Johnny now?
Emily DePrang is a writer from Pearland.
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support our troops is to bring them home now and take care of them when they get here.
|Saturday, March 22, 2008
700,000 Homeless Veterans
STRIPES: Helping vets resume civilian lives
March 23, 2008
By Rena Fulka, Staff writer
Former airman Michael White considers himself a success story.
"I was in the Air Force for almost 21 years, and when I retired, I couldn't find a job," said White, who spent most of his military career stationed in Europe.
"I felt disassociated from civilian life, and I had trouble fitting in. I was depressed, and I wanted to talk, but I had no network. After 20 years, when you have to put the Mr. back in
your name, it's not as easy as you thought it would be."
With help from the Rev. Al Garcia at New Life Oak Forest Church, White made a successful transition back to private citizen.
"Al kept me uplifted, got me through the hard times, and I got a job," said the medical administrator from Oak Forest.
Now, White wants to do the same for other returning soldiers through STRIPES, a community forum designed to help able-bodied veterans acclimate to civilian life.
"An able-bodied vet can be just as disabled as anyone who got shot, but he hides it better. He looks fine and smiles, but he's a mess," White said.
National statistics show 700,000 veterans are homeless, unemployed or a combination of both, White said.
"And the homeless ratio is growing and being filled with vets coming out of the service."
White and the Rev. Rob Schoon, of Orland Park, are laying the groundwork for the new Oak Forest ministry, which is an acronym for "Surviving trauma, receiving inner peace,
Schoon is a Marine veteran who now serves as a chaplain with the Marine Corps League. He visits veterans organizations and hospitals on a regular basis.
"Veterans are people who had such productive lives before the service," Schoon said. "They served their country honorably and did what they were supposed to do. Now, they're
back, they're hurting, and someone has to help them. And most people in the civilian world don't understand the problem these guys and girls are having."
go here for the rest >>http://www.southtownstar.com/lifestyles/852080,032308VETSTRIPES.article
When we get figures from the government, we need to think twice if we believe them or not. 700,000 comes from a more realistic rate because some veterans are homeless at
some point during the year. This is not a new trend but it is a higher one. There are chronically homeless veterans who never find a place to live and there are some who find a
place with family or friends. Their luck usually runs out if they happen to have other issues like PTSD and are not getting help. While the government would want us to believe
they have suddenly reduced the number of homeless veterans below 200,000, we still have not seen the data on where the other homeless veterans went to.
|PATTI... AN ANGEL AMONG US
The purpose of Patti's Wagons is to reach Veterans and others in need,
homeless, hungry and cold. Over the course of several years, I have
provided food, clothing and supplies utilizing my vans to distribute these.
rural areas of Humboldt - Del Norte Counties to deliver to homeless food,
socks, shoes, blankets, warm clothes, tents, sleeping bags and anything
that will help those in need stay warm and out of the elements. I am
trying to provide enough provisions to keep our homeless vets as healthy
as possible. In the process of serving and giving hope to Veterans, we
also give hope and courage to all Homeless and disenfranchised folks on
the streets, in the woods and around our community. We are giving
them Love, Hope and Encouragement and are helping them to make
steps to help themselves, creating hope and truly loving each individual,
giving them the strength to go through another day.
I truly believe in the miracle of the fishes and loaves nearly three years
ago the first stand down was put on at Ferndale Fair Grounds and I was
involved in the kitchen. It was a great experience and I was encouraged
to see so many Veterans helped by the services provided, and the joy
and comradely the was generated there gave so much hope for our
vets. Yet some Vets continued to live outside and with services being
cut I started to meet our vets out in a parking lot and as a result found
hundreds of hungry people on the streets in Arcata. That is how it all
started. We also started a Vets dinner for approximately three months
witch brought our vets together and at first it was a great thing. Even
though it didn't work out for that building we will be doing things like that
soon with the weather improving. So many times I have went out on total
faith and there is always enough food. Sometimes I panic but somehow
there is always enough. One time I was asked to go out for someone to
feed but when I arrived at the location there were close to 100 people
and the crowd was loud and some were getting figidy. I only had 35
SANDWICHES but somehow those sandwiches cut in half and the soup
and two cookies apiece everyone ate that showed up...even the last
person that wondered in got a sandwich and the last scrapings of the pan
of soup.... and as the crowd moved away grateful and full... there on the
ground was a very tired Pete who had fallen to sleep on the cement....
some kind person had shared their food with him...I bent down near his
head and prayed for him as he slept. This is just one of many stories
that inspires me to keep going. Please keep us in your prayers as we
serve those who we are told to serve...our own country was built on this
"Give me your tired, your huddled masses yearning
to breath free.... Send these, the homeless,
tempest-tost to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
Quote from the Statue of Liberty.
|Medication Error Death Rate Up 500 Percent
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Day to Day, August 27, 2008 · Painkillers, sleeping pills and
anti-anxiety drugs are being prescribed to out-patients in high doses,
without the oversight of a doctor. A new study found that in the last 20
years there has been a 500 percent increase in the death rate from
medication errors made at home. Medical contributor Dr. Sydney
Spiesel discusses the data with Alex Chadwick.