The care isn't suited to a guy like me and all my buddies. Back when the army was the army, in 1991, and Metallica was Metallica, it was the stairway of shame on the base.
When I went up there to see Dr. Marc Dauphin—whom I salute; he's a great man who's helped a lot of veterans, a hell of a doctor—on the third step, I almost fell down the stairs and broke my neck. I had a moment of weakness, I was on the stairway of shame. I went up to the second floor, looking at the floor. I would have much rather been shot in Afghanistan than go there.
For a career soldier like me, it was hard to accept having to go there. In the end, after several visits, I realized that all of my buddies I'd lost touch with had ended up there. The only things missing were beer and chips.
I don't know if that answers your question.