ranting about veterans mental health care

Today the wind and rain has managed to chill me to the core.  I'm not sure there is anything different about today, but I think the weather is enough.  I shared my  story with another vet today, it was the first time I've talked about it in a long time.  To talk about it now is very different than it was to talk about even a year ago.  I feel so distant from the hell of that year.  It stirs an uncomfortable emotion.  I used to have a way of talking about it that I separated myself from it, and now I feel like it is a part of me, but it does not consume me.  Now I can admit to the injustice I was dished from it all, but it has become what drives me.  There is a deep anger within, not one that eats at me, but one that drives me to push for others to not have to suffer like I and others who have went out the way I did.  I want to do something to help other vets so that they can have an easier transition coming back to civilian life, I want to help those who are not getting the mental health care they need who have come back from the war.  Even if we haven't been fired at, we all have wounds that need TLC.  Our vets are being ignored and are washing up on the streets much like the Vietnam vets.  We are failing our vets and after I heard this morning about another program that was cut who deals with Vet's mental health, I'm disgusted with our leadership.  This injustice can be ignored no longer!  ...okay, now onto that stats homework.