One of the departments my job supports is the County Medical Examiner’s office. Today, a young veteran was delivered there who shot himself. While the “22 a day” statistic is not that high as recently reported, any suicide, whether by a veteran or non-veteran is still one too many. The young man’s family said there were “signs” and nothing was done about it. I cannot verify if anyone tried, or if the veteran resisted help.
I told someone that veteran’s age faster than non-veteran’s. Think of it as “Dog Years”. We cram so much energy into a typical day and as one commercial said many years ago: “We do more by 9 am than you do all day.” I’ve experienced that firsthand. I was deployed and worked 7 days a week with no breaks. 12 hour shifts on top of that. I chose nightshift so it at least appeared that I got to sleep in every day.
I take any false victory where I can. I told my co-worker today, veteran’s do not have to be combat ones to have adjustment issues after leaving the military. It’s a state of mind, it encompasses your entire life while doing it. No, it’s not a cult. Or brainwashing. At least not as much as some claim. But you have to believe in it, and dedicate everything you got to it. And when you are surrounded by others who got your back, it gets into your DNA.
Our expectations, the way we handle situations, the dark humor, the crudeness, the lack of filters…that’s a combination of adjusting to anything thrown at us, and coping mechanisms, and dealing with feelings that could stagnate and crush us if allowed. I’m not a combat veteran. But I did have a high-tempo career for over 20 years. I did have those adjustment issues. But, I somehow keep one step ahead of crashing and giving up. (I never contemplated hurting myself or others) But I did consider just leaving everything and everyone behind. And just hide from the world. I’m sort of doing that now after feeling “better”. I don’t attend as many social events, gatherings, still hating crowds, etc.
My friends, family, military brothers and sisters, my VA doctors, all had a hand in keeping me grounded. I found passion in my hobbies and finally found the elusive work-life balance. I knew when to walk away from toxic people, situations, and jobs.
When I learned it was a young veteran, it hurt worse. Even though I didn’t know him, I mourned for him, his family and anyone else who knew him. I think back to the years I had on this world, both good and the bad, and kept moving forward even though I didn’t want to. I don’t know what his secret war was and what other demons that haunted him. I’m not judging him or calling him a quitter. I just wish he got one more chance to get better. Another reset.
I will have a drink for him tonight and pray for those left behind to somehow make sense of it all.
In time.