A golden opportunity squandered by an overactive imagination. Well, that and pot and booze. I call it the Tim Poe syndrome. Here, the Vet failed to get all the appropriate information on the BFF Vet who died
in his arms in the medical dispensary. As for the tank driver running amok, that one is a mystery but nevertheless consumed valuable CURR hours that could have been expended verifying a legitimate PTSD stressor event for another Vet.
I ask all my Vets I help to do the mirror test. Look at yourself in the mirror and convince yourself that this is genuine and legitimate. Is it as least as likely as not that the jetguns are the culprit? Could it be sharing needles with your buddies doing junk was the cause? If you pass the test proceed to GO! and file.
This Vet may want to file for something legitimate like flat feet or hemorrhoids later on and his credibility is now in tatters. D-U-M: dum. He’s too mentally challenged to call it dumb with a b. If you know a Vet like this or even one who thinks he was once a Vet (but isn’t) have him seek mental health counseling and take a load off the VA. Legitimate Vets with documented diseases and injuries will thank you from the bottom of their hearts. No wonder we have a backlog.