I saw a bumper sticker once, and I will never forget it because at the time my husband was in Iraq for Operation Iraqi Freedom and as his wife I needed to believe in what he was doing or the 12 months that he was supposed to be in Iraq would have been impossible to bear. The bumper sticker said, “Except for ending slavery, fascism, Nazism, and Communism war has never solved anything.” I appreciated the sentiment and it really helped me to be a supportive wife but my husband came home and my thoughts on war changed as the true cost of war became a reality in our home. My belief that we should not allow tyranny when people have a right to be free will forever battle with my desire for no family to have to go through what we have.
My husband deployed to Iraq in March of 2004. On his first day in Iraq his convoy was
ambushed and his vehicle was hit with an improvised explosive device. His head hit the windshield and he bounced
into the passenger side window. He was diagnosed
in the field with a concussion, given a cold pack for his head and he continued
on his way. His vehicle was repeatedly
hit with explosives during the convoy from Kuwait to just north of Baghdad. For several days, Michael was disoriented and
dizzy, but when he requested further treatment he was told that he was
overreacting and was sent back to duty.
He remained in Iraq a total of eleven months and twenty-eight days.
When he came home, I was so excited and ready to get on
with our lives. Our first weekend
together was supposed to be a second honeymoon; I got us a hotel room and sent
the kids to a friend’s house. When I
first saw him I ran to him, kissed him and hugged him. I noticed when we hugged that he winced and
only hugged me with one arm. I knew that
something was wrong but I wanted to enjoy our weekend and figured we could deal
with whatever it was later. The weekend
was more like a getaway with my friends than a romantic weekend with my
husband. We went shopping, ate in
restaurants, talked, took walks together and drove around the city for a little
while. When we got to the hotel room he
would sit on the end of the bed watching old sitcoms until the alarm would wake
me. Any time I reached to touch him; he
would recoil like my touch burned his skin.
I spoke with several other Veterans’ wives and they all said that he
just needed time to decompress from being in a high alert environment and that
he would be fine once he got into a normal routine.
I spent the next couple of years trying to keep things as
normal as possible, with a husband who was withdrawn, angry, depressed, and in
physical pain. He was diagnosed by a
counselor at the Veteran’s Hospital with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and
was taking medication for anxiety which helped some but he was having problems
that seemed more cognitive in nature. In
2007, he was administering a brain function screening to Soldiers who were
getting ready to deploy. They absolutely
hated it and to see what they were complaining about, he took the screening
himself. The results were consistent with
a Severe Traumatic Brain Injury. His
cognitive function, memory and processing speed were greatly diminished. He sought treatment at the Air Force
Hospital, the Veteran’s Hospital and at local civilian hospitals. When we finally knocked on enough doors that
the Veteran’s Hospital agreed to do a full neurological work-up, the
psychologist dismissed most of his symptoms as Post Traumatic Stress and signed
him up for group therapy. In the one
phone conversation we had with the Psychologist, she told us that she didn’t
believe that he had any brain damage at all and that the inconsistencies in his
evaluation led her to believe that he was manipulating the system to get a
higher disability rating.
The
more he struggled with day to day life and the more we tried to find help, the
more frustrated he became and one afternoon, he lost his temper and went too
far. He says that he reached to put his
hand over my mouth because I wouldn’t be quiet, but what he did was place his
hand around my neck. He finally realized
what he was doing when our children started screaming and he ran out of our
house. When we talk about it now; he
says that he thought for a moment that he had killed me. He drove himself to the Veteran’s Hospital
and they admitted him on psychiatric watch.
He was taking too much of his medication, and had eight times the
prescribed dosage of his anti-anxiety medication in his system. Once all the extra medication was out of his
system they sent him home with no further treatment. We started seeking counseling from a private
psychologist instead of the Veteran’s Hospital and he started showing some improvements
but his cognitive ability was on the same level as an eight year old.
We
never stopped looking for help and in the summer of 2010, more than six years
after his vehicle was hit with an explosive device, we found a treatment center
that would take him as an inpatient. The
center is located in Virginia and we live in Arkansas, which meant that he
would have to leave his wife and children to fight another battle, the battle
to regain his ability to function as an adult. I am happy to report that my husband has made
a miraculous recovery but he will never be the man he once was. Every single day is a struggle. Things that we take for granted, like reading
and writing, are no longer a simple task.
He takes on every challenge and works as hard as he can to set goals and
obtain them. He truly is an inspiration,
but his life after deployment was much harder than it should have been.
Looking
back on the last eight years, it’s easy to see where the Army, the Veteran’s
Hospital and the Air Force Hospital did not provide proper treatment to my
husband. Sadly, he isn’t the only Veteran
that has received insufficient care. In
the article, Invisible Wounds of War, RAND Corporation estimates that in
October of 2007 there were 320,000 veterans with probable Traumatic Brain
Injury. At the same time, the Defense
Medical Surveillance System had only identified 113,816 Veterans with Traumatic
Brain Injuries. The Department of
Defense has gotten much better at screening the brain function of Soldiers
before and after deployment and the diagnosis numbers drastically increased
after 2007 but there are a lot of Veterans from the first 5 years of conflict
who, like my husband, are struggling through life with no idea what is wrong
with them. There are many spouses who
don’t know why their Soldier is a completely different person and many children
who don’t understand why daddy can’t read to them anymore.
I
asked my husband if he would do it all over again, if he would go to Iraq
knowing that his vehicle would get hit and that it would change everything
about him. He said he would do it again
every single time. He gets frustrated
sometimes that there were so many missteps, that diagnosis and treatment took
so long. However, he was in Iraq when
the 2005 elections were held, and saw all the people walking around proudly with
ink stained fingers and he says that memory is worth all the struggles of the
last 7 years. He has seen true tyranny,
and he acknowledges that the cost of war is high, but the cost of tyranny is
even higher.
I
think of our story and I struggle with whether or not war is worth the very
high cost. People should have religious
freedom, little girls should be allowed to go to school and we should all be
free to choose our own way of life, but is a single life lost or irreparably
altered worth those freedoms? I think
the question should be not whether war is worth the cost, but whether or not
we’re willing to pay the high price of freedom and provide our Veterans with
proper care when they return home.
Bibliography
Tanielian, Terri L., and Lisa
Jaycox. Invisible wounds of war: psychological and cognitive injuries, their
consequences, and services to assist recovery. Santa Monica, CA: RAND,
2008. Print.
" DVBIC - TBI Numbers." DVBIC
- Home. N.p., n.d. Web. 4 Feb. 2012.
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Ginny, this is so eloquently written. I can see the struggles you have mentioned and I cannot fathom the amount of stress and heartache you all must have received because of this. I do pray that as Michael continues to move forward, Gods grace is upon him and your family. Struggles make us stronger, or so I've heard. From what I can see (and have read) you guys have made it so far. I am blessed to call you friend.
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