PTSD and Wounded Winos.

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

http://news.yahoo.com/air-force-vet...c_src=mail&soc_trk=ma&soc_src=mail&soc_trk=ma

Another one bites the dust. We need more candy-asses in combat zones.

 

[Lancecastor]

from your article

female veterans are far less likely than their male counterparts to take their own life

You're right: American men make candy-assed soldiers.

22 Vettes a day kill themselves!

 

[BotanyBoy]

Female POG Chair Force officer...has PTSD?

FROM WHAT??? Paper cuts and printer jam rage??

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Female POG Chair Force officer...has PTSD?

FROM WHAT??? Paper cuts and printer jam rage??

I worked with an old gal who deployed to Iraq with the Air National Guard. She was an E6 who drove trucks from the airport to Baghdad. On one occasion she drove past a dead terrorist lying on the road, and that was it. She hadda leave the air force and retire from the state. Seeing a dead guy was too much for her. PTSD got her.

In Vietnam I knew one PTSD candyass who got a piece of shrapnel in his ass, and cried like he lost his dick. They usta be rare, now theyre everywhere.

When I got my fractured skull and broken teeth I got 2 aspirin and sent back to work, the doc was on RR and I hadda wait a week to see him.

 

[Colonel Hogan]

Female POG Chair Force officer...has PTSD?

FROM WHAT??? Paper cuts and printer jam rage??

In other words, you have no idea what she saw or what life was like in her shoes. You could suffer PTSD from walking your dog and watching it get squashed by a truck.

 

[BotanyBoy]

In other words, you have no idea what she saw or what life was like in her shoes.

Pretty much why I asked......but I do know life in the USAF is sweet tits as all fuck...

Congress critters are the only gubbmint employees that have it better than USAF POG officers....and that's a fact.

You could suffer PTSD from walking your dog and watching it get squashed by a truck.

Or I could learn not to walk my dog in front of trucks and move the fuck out with my butthurt like a trooper.

But then again I'm not the one going PVT.Pyle with the PTSD either....

IDK it just baffles the piss out of me why these folks want to off themselves?? I mean what could possibly be SO bad? She was a commissioned officer in the USAF for gawds sake...it's like the sweetest, cushiest most chillin' possible job/position you could have anywhere. E Z P Z....

 

[Colonel Hogan]

Pretty much why I asked......but I do know life in the USAF is sweet tits as all fuck...

Congress critters are the only gubbmint employees that have it better than USAF POG officers....and that's a fact.



Or I could learn not to walk my dog in front of trucks and move the fuck out with my butthurt like a trooper.

But then again I'm not the one going PVT.Pyle with the PTSD either....

IDK it just baffles the piss out of me why these folks want to off themselves?? I mean what could possibly be SO bad? She was a commissioned officer in the USAF for gawds sake...it's like the sweetest, cushiest most chillin' possible job/position you could have anywhere. E Z P Z....

The article mentioned her unit coming under frequent mortar attacks and that death (to her comrades obviously) was a daily thing. Depending on the gruesome details of death which she may have seen, that could certainly be traumatic.

Psychology is a crazy thing, if you'll pardon the pun. I'm not usually claustrophobic. Spelunking was a hobby I used to engage in. I explored several passages where I was surrounded (as in literally touching) all sides: chest, back, right and left upper arms -- passages where my buddies had to pull me back out by my ankles.

But one day as I was about to begin a half-hour of staying totally motionless for an MRI, they lowered the scanning unit about an inch from my face, and I freaked. I had to call time out and try to get my head together for what I was about to do. I got through it, but it wasn't easy.

Hey, one of the most effective tortures is sleep deprivation. So, what's the deal? You're drowsy, you close your eyes? Must not be that simple.

Neither is that which would drive one to suicide.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Pretty much why I asked......but I do know life in the USAF is sweet tits as all fuck...

Congress critters are the only gubbmint employees that have it better than USAF POG officers....and that's a fact.



Or I could learn not to walk my dog in front of trucks and move the fuck out with my butthurt like a trooper.

But then again I'm not the one going PVT.Pyle with the PTSD either....

IDK it just baffles the piss out of me why these folks want to off themselves?? I mean what could possibly be SO bad? She was a commissioned officer in the USAF for gawds sake...it's like the sweetest, cushiest most chillin' possible job/position you could have anywhere. E Z P Z....

When I enlisted in the AF training and foreign travel were the chief lures. I went everywhere while the Marines offered Vietnam, Okinawa, and a couple of shitholes in the Pacific. My base in Vietnam had more mortar/rocket attacks than anywhere, and it was a nasty hole if filth and shit food matter. Plenty of our air crews were forced to join the Marines at Khe Sanh, one of my friends got a Navy Cross from the Marines at Khe Sanh. One of our pilots got a CMO for flying into a hot LZ to remove stranded army pukes.

 

[Lancecastor]

22 suicides a day and we still have all our old fuckheaded ex seal team 6 vets here on the gb.

Just our luck.

 

[BotanyBoy]

The article mentioned her unit coming under frequent mortar attacks and that death (to her comrades obviously) was a daily thing. Depending on the gruesome details of death which she may have seen, that could certainly be traumatic.

Psychology is a crazy thing, if you'll pardon the pun. I'm not usually claustrophobic. Spelunking was a hobby I used to engage in. I explored several passages where I was surrounded (as in literally touching) all sides: chest, back, right and left upper arms -- passages where my buddies had to pull me back out by my ankles.

But one day as I was about to begin a half-hour of staying totally motionless for an MRI, they lowered the scanning unit about an inch from my face, and I freaked. I had to call time out and try to get my head together for what I was about to do. I got through it, but it wasn't easy.

Hey, one of the most effective tortures is sleep deprivation. So, what's the deal? You're drowsy, you close your eyes? Must not be that simple.

Neither is that which would drive one to suicide.

Who knows....obviously it was serious enough for her to force feed herself one.

Still baffling....

I guess I'm just a calloused asshole who assumed everyone who volunteers for service in the military does so with the explicit understanding that their reason for being in service indirectly or directly is to go kill people and possibly be a bullet sponge yerself.

When I enlisted in the AF training and foreign travel were the chief lures. I went everywhere while the Marines offered Vietnam, Okinawa, and a couple of shitholes in the Pacific. My base in Vietnam had more mortar/rocket attacks than anywhere, and it was a nasty hole if filth and shit food matter. Plenty of our air crews were forced to join the Marines at Khe Sanh, one of my friends got a Navy Cross from the Marines at Khe Sanh. One of our pilots got a CMO for flying into a hot LZ to remove stranded army pukes.

Cool....but 2002-2007 at least the only time we ever saw AF outside of bunkers deep inside mega FOB's with KBR, hot showers and saunas was EOD, PJ's and Dog handling MP's. And they were always attached to a USMC/Army combat unit. Army doesn't fly AF in combat anymore. Shit I don't think I have EVER been on an AF bird.... Af is fucking tiny...like 90% of our air support? Navy.....

The Army has more air power than the AF....but things did change in 10' so maybe she was attached to a combat unit, just didn't have a clue wtf she was getting into

That shit happened all the time in the Army...mother fuckers thought it was going to be just like Ghost Recon, watch lots of MMA and talk shit like no other...then come unglued when they gotta scrape a CNN reporter out of the inside of their helmet.

 

[BotanyBoy]

22 suicides a day and we still have all our old fuckheaded ex seal team 6 vets here on the gb.

Just our luck.

WHo was on ST6? I want to give them shit.......

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

22 suicides a day and we still have all our old fuckheaded ex seal team 6 vets here on the gb.

Just our luck.

At this rate we can stay ahead of faggot and gal enlistments.

 

[Tigersman]

Ptsd

I thought I was lucky to have gotten into the Navy before the draft caught up with me. I was sent to a military school for about 6 months. While in school I volunteered for duty on PBRs, river boats but was turned done due to my rating. I was assigned to a hospital ship, USS Sanctuary AH-17 patrolling from DaNang to the DMZ. When we were anchored in the outer harbor of DaNang Charlie would try to plant explosives to our hull, try to hit us with mortar or small cannon fire. Lucky for us they did not succeed. Everyday I saw the horrors of war, men who had lost one or more limbs, men who lost their sight, men scarred so bad they should have been cast in a horror movie. While eating chow a guy might sit down across from you who was missing his whole nose. That was the easy part. You could be eating as the corpsman were bringing down body bags to put in the meat locker as the morgue was full as we were going through the Tet Offensive.
It was not until I had been back home for around 15 years that someone said that I might be suffering from PTSD. I laughed at him. I told him that since I had been assigned to a hospital ship there was no way. He rattled off some symptoms them asked me some questions about my life since coming home. I told him that while in Nam I had had only two things that had really affected me. One was being shot at while trying to get to Freedom Hill. The other was the death of a close friend. He was heloed to my ship after taking a mortar to the abdomen. He was off loaded at Subic Bay where he lived long enough for his mother to see him. After I was told of his death everything associated with his identity was wiped from my mind. Years later even my parents could not recognize his name. No matter if it is the moving wall or the real Wall I lose it. I never went to the VA or any mental health facility for help. To answer the question before it is asked, yes I have thought about suicide by not because of my war experiences. I am 67 years old now. I make it one day at a time.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

I thought I was lucky to have gotten into the Navy before the draft caught up with me. I was sent to a military school for about 6 months. While in school I volunteered for duty on PBRs, river boats but was turned done due to my rating. I was assigned to a hospital ship, USS Sanctuary AH-17 patrolling from DaNang to the DMZ. When we were anchored in the outer harbor of DaNang Charlie would try to plant explosives to our hull, try to hit us with mortar or small cannon fire. Lucky for us they did not succeed. Everyday I saw the horrors of war, men who had lost one or more limbs, men who lost their sight, men scarred so bad they should have been cast in a horror movie. While eating chow a guy might sit down across from you who was missing his whole nose. That was the easy part. You could be eating as the corpsman were bringing down body bags to put in the meat locker as the morgue was full as we were going through the Tet Offensive.
It was not until I had been back home for around 15 years that someone said that I might be suffering from PTSD. I laughed at him. I told him that since I had been assigned to a hospital ship there was no way. He rattled off some symptoms them asked me some questions about my life since coming home. I told him that while in Nam I had had only two things that had really affected me. One was being shot at while trying to get to Freedom Hill. The other was the death of a close friend. He was heloed to my ship after taking a mortar to the abdomen. He was off loaded at Subic Bay where he lived long enough for his mother to see him. After I was told of his death everything associated with his identity was wiped from my mind. Years later even my parents could not recognize his name. No matter if it is the moving wall or the real Wall I lose it. I never went to the VA or any mental health facility for help. To answer the question before it is asked, yes I have thought about suicide by not because of my war experiences. I am 67 years old now. I make it one day at a time.

Swabbies are known to be lonely lil petunias in life's onion patches. I knew one old boy who went down with the Indianapolis, and another went thru Pearl Harbor and the kamikaze attacks off Okinawa without the usual swabbie drama.