There is a law suite about Camp Lejeune.
It says you had to be there from 1987 and earlier.
I got there in early 1988. I don’t qualify.
Every time I go #2, it is all blood. It is bright red. I mean there is a LOT of blood.
I don’t want any money.
I’m proud to be a Marine.
I don’t regret any part of it.
It might not be cancer but I don’t want to know if it is.
I don’t mind dying and there is very little pain.
I just don’t want my family to sue the Marine Corps if they find out.
I am permanently disabled (not war related). It’ psych related
I live at my mom’s house.
She has seen the blood. She asked about it.
I just played it off.
She suspects something is wrong. I almost never leave my room.
The VA is a good place. ( it wasn’t good 30 years ago )
I hate that I have to call in my meds. I always call late and I have to go without my meds for a few days. It is my fault. I just hate making phone calls. It is just something that I really have a hard time doing. Other than that The VA is great.
I just needed to tell someone. Since this is relatively anonymous, I thought I’d tell you.
I’ve posted a few poems here. I don’t have one that fits this topic though. Whoever commented a while back and called me VA soldier boy, thank you for the complement that you wrote. Your kind words helped me through the night.
Take care
