He's got back problems,
caused by jumping out of perfectly good aircraft. Broken neck,
broken back, shattered collarbone, broken scapula. No family
anywhere near to help him. He tells me that I'm his only friend, and
if that's the case then boy is he fucked.
He goes to the VA Hospital
here in Houston, and seems to get prompt and responsive service, so
far as I can tell. His back injuries entail upon him an unnatural
gait which will lead to a hip rebuild. Now I am not a doctor, but my
father is, and a damn good one. Sitting in the shoe department of
Sears Robuck he taught me limps from the ankle, knee and hip.
My neighbor limps from the
neck down. Broken neckbones pinch on spinal cord. Truth? I have
no idea if he were going for SOF or just mandatory static cord jump.
He tried, which is a hell of a lot more than I would have done. (Eta
service in Grenada, Panama, and Desert Storm).
I'm trying to get him one
of those “LifeLine” Telephones. Maybe some maid service.
Well, I got him the phone,
but I need to get a medical opinion from the VA to get the service
thingie. Persistance will prevail.
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