The one thing I can say about going off the rails is that my husband had two major injuries in service. One was in Goose Bay, Labrador, and we were abandoned then, really abandoned. I have horrific stories to tell you about that. We finally got him better after unbelievable stories, and he continued on with his career. His PTSD finally got to be too much for him. Once again we were abandoned.
Even signing out, he could not do the paperwork to do his sign-out. We missed his life insurance, and we can never get it now. I'm doing his paperwork. I don't understand all that “JFQ7936”. It was a stack this big, and I'm not exaggerating. I was responsible for it. I'm clueless, and these guys that I'm dealing with are not happy that it's me doing it. There was no help. The case manager thing was a joke back then.
Steve's boss told his psychiatrist exactly what was going to happen, his whole care team. His boss got up and said, “He will be released by this date. I don't give a goddam what you say.” That was it. The psychiatrist was shocked.
You can't name a part of Veterans Affairs that I can't tell you a nightmare story about that we personally went through. Every single—