Attendee at banquet felt like he didn’t belong

The welcome-home banquet for Vietnam-era veterans on Nov. 11 was a nice event. Unfortunately, when I arrived I had forgotten how far behind I had been left. The denial of a service connection has left me destitute, my jeans were dirty and my shoes were dirty and even though I rounded up a nice shirt, I could see I did not belong. People were looking at me like I was poor, not a veteran, and I left the event to sit in my car/home out front and cry.

The Vietnam era and its ugliness, lies and depravity will end for me when I die, but I think it will go on forever. Maybe homelessness, poverty is punishment for joining a criminal enterprise long ago.

Donald “Federal Reserve” Brown

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