u/DiscussionLong7084

In chronological order:

1. Flying home on leave from a back to back deployment I was pretty sleep deprived. The bag I was using for carry on was a bag I used when we were kitted light but wasn't a ruck. It was basically a big backpack and perfect for travel! Except for the tiny fact I had used it to carry 40mm and C4 wall charges. Transferring from milair to comair we went though security and it was selected for swabbing for explosives nervous sweating begins. It passes :| I cautiously say something to the effect of, "uh... I'm military on orders... that shouldn't have passed". TSA guy, "oh no these are basically for show. it's fine man thanks for your service" :| As I am walking though the baggage area a cop stops me. "HEY YOU CANT FLY WITH THAT!" My stupid ass had left a cold steel kbar style knife 550'd to the side of the bag. I look at cop. Cop looks at me, realizing where we are and I had already exited the security area. "Just go.. jesus". That was fun.

2. I fly back and do another like 180 days or whatever. I'm flying back conus, deployment over, and I have a really expensive IR optic I am hand carrying back in my carry on. I get stopped at xray and there's a bunch of cops around me. wtf? The cops are like sir we need to open your bag you have a fire arm. WTF? Turns out the TSA bitch had been told any part of a firearm was a firearm so CLEARLY a scope is a firearm. You could tell the cops and the supervisor were pissed. But they had started a thing so they had to go by the book. They take everything out of my bag. Now there was one little case all nicely taped up so nothing would fall out. Initial TSA lady is kind of aware she was in trouble so she gets all snotty asking what was in this and shakes it and rips it open. Out falls all my medals and pins from a back to back deployment with Taskforce 31. One clearly breaks. You could fucking hear a pin drop at this point. One of the cops starts putting everything back and the TSA supervisor says I still can't fly with the IR scope. Cop escorts me with haste to the checked baggage area and we get a little case thing to put it in and I'm just hoping it doesn't get lost at that point.

I am assuming I am fucked at getting my flight and didn't notice the cop was on his radio the whole time. Next thing I know a fucking golf cart rolls up and the cop and some TSA lady speed me to the gate, bypassing security entirely, and talk to the gate lady as I Hussle on with my bro who had just walked on though. We had endless little bottles of booze the entire flight from Chicago to Hawaii. We were quite hammered.

many years later

.3. I was doing SOUC/MUTC with a NSW unit. We were doing runs until like 0300 for a 0600 flight. Awesome :p As we approach security I'm just looking for coffee or energy drinks. I get though security and I'm waiting for 2 of my bros. I kinda notice a bunch of cops appearing similar to story 1. I'm kinda like wtf and they are all around one of my buddies we'll call Brian. They open up little pocket up front on his light bag. They proceed to pull out blue body grenades (yes plural), loaded sim mags, and a multitool with a knife. I immediately call my Senior Chief saying Brian is getting arrested. Amazingly though between Senior Chief and Brian showing orders they just say he has to leave them or ship them fed ex. Brain says fuck it and leaves it all because why not. You know some TSA mofo has some sim grenades above his fireplace.

That's all I can remember right now, I'm a little drunk and I got out almost 15 years ago.

My awesome Senior Chief from story 3:

https://www.nsa.gov/Portals/75/documents/about/cryptologic-heritage/cryptologic-memorial/mclendon.pdf

Fun fact I only ever got on reddit because some fuckwad did a iama saying he was Blake's cousin. So I talk to him about what we were doing, shared pics, ect. Turns out Blake didn't have a cousin and it was some cunt pretending to be it for Karma or just because he had a really small cock.

Hello,

I have been trying to get help from the VA for 2.5 months for my PTSD. They gave me drugs immediately which was nice. The talking to is basically whaaaaat? we gave you drugs fuck off. So

1. appointment

2. VA confirms and and i am rated at 80% PTSD alone <- multi doc appointment with controlled substances

3. drugs!!

4. can I please talk to someone

5. sure in 1 month

6. the 1 month was a va student to confirm i needed to talk to someone

7. the 1.5 month later was to confirm to confirm the va student was correct with my original and being paid for diagnosis

8. i am now at 2.5 months until my "real" appointment

low hopes. civilian PTSD docs want to talk about rape and patterns of behavior and not dead guys hands we scanned.

I am not homeless. i am mad and scared and I have dogs.

IS THERE NO ONE ELSE

how the fuck not fraud waste and abuse to make the va confirm 3 times i have a thing the already rated me for and gave me money

sad edits. my dog used to hold me

hey im having a hard time. the VA is useless, the command is useless, i just have ceaseless rage. i love my dogs i post them a lot. i found myself about to stomp my dog when she had an accident. shes 16. im a monster. what else can i do on the weekend

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im at like 80%cuz im sure it will come up

So this was back in 2006. I was doing a back to back deployment which was like 500-600 days. I ended up working hand in hand with the same HUMINT guy the entire time (tactical/field/we were there on the x intel). We worked with USASOC, NSW, OGA, ect. We got weird. At one point we ran a package to get a bomb maker and the asshole blew himself up AFTER we did all the leg work. we had to verify though. So we are scooping though the goop and i get a hand to finger print. I run up to HUMINT buddy LEME GIVE YOU A HAND.

so imagine you are a 7th group operator. Your intel strap alongs are running around with a hand yelling I JUST WANT TO GIVE YOU A HAND. i can only imagine the team room. (they laughed in our presence)

I went home, recovered, and went operator but that shit is still funny.

So I have pretty bad PTSD. I have about 3 years of total time in country with Afghanistan. I've posted about it here before with varying levels of BAC. This one is sober and hyper critical of the VA.

I live next to one of the biggest and best VA hospitals in the country and that's all I'll say cuz some of you all are creepy fucks who think it's savvy to stalk a reddit account. I caved and with the frankly bullying of my teammates called the VA and wanted to talk to someone about my PTSD issues (70% PTSD alone).

1. I get told someone will call me as soon as possible

2. i get the soonest appointment..... 79 days later

3. at this appointment I get a PHARMACY grad student who will write a report for the psych who agrees man i DO have PTSD who would have thunk

4. I get an appointment 45 days from then to talk to someone else

Luckily I have a good support system but this is retarded as shit. There's 3 VA hospitals within like 30m of me. All of these have been online appointments.

Bonus:

Despite I have valor medals saying I was blown up and blown off walls and shit they are trying to say my migraines are not service related. Sworn statements as well from me basically having TBIs before they were known to exist. No medical records tho cuz I just kept on truckin. Cuz im going to bitch out on a SEAL team and say sorry boys i have a headache come back later.

I'm a little bit mad and replies will be answered with increasing levels of drunk sarcasm and rage. Don't worry I'm sure i am very funny when drunk.

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fuck me so how i deal with it is

1. guns. i have the ability to open an exit (my house is a tower with 1 ground exit, someone breaks in and i have to fight down to get out)

2. GSDs. I love my dogs. if they are not freaking i am not freaking

3. dogs. if my knee gives out and i fall down and feel helpless the fucking SIXTEEN YEAR OLD gsd holds security and the 4 year old helps me up

4. friends. cultivate that vetnet. the only reason i started to seek help was being bullied by an army guy who was artillery. he was right. i was wrong and i can admit it. I had a personal bounty out on me so it's not that paranoid.

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yes I called the non va help people. they told me to call the va. I am not calling the ER, lying about being in crisis, ect. I am not in crisis i am just very angry, paranoid, and assume everyone is out to get me. I had a personal bounty out on me so it's not that paranoid. Pretty sure no one cares about me anymore.