17 May 2008
Richard Denne - View my profile
On December 20, 2004 the Department of Veterans Affairs, diagnosed me as having PTSD.

Actually I was diagnosed in April of 2001 however it took the VA another few years to put it in writing. Hurry and wait right? We know the drill. The thing is, I sought help with the same symptoms while I was still in the military back in November of 1967. Well, it has been 41 years now and I am still waiting to see a psychiatrist. WHY??? Now I don’t want to go on a rant or anything but I thought that a combat paratrooper just might be allowed some help for medical attention. My unit was awarded a Presidential Unit Citation for the battle of Trung Luong in June of 1966. My outfit,” A Company” and the rest of 2/327 of the 101st Airborne spent more time hunting down the VC in more varieties of terrain than any other out fits. Always in the boonies, as much as 57 days non- stop. More than other any combat veterans of the war. The 2nd Battalion 327th Infantry earned the reputation of an outstanding combat unit because of their "No Slack" fighting spirit. Operations of the battalion in the republic of Vietnam were conducted in Trung Luong, Dak To, An Khe, Phan Rang, and Ashau. Being selected as the last infantry unit of the division to leave Southeast Asia distinguished the battalion with the record for the longest continuous combat service in Vietnam of any infantry battalion in the United States Army. Am I becoming soft for seeking help after 41 years? Maybe it is time to cut some slack for a No Slacker? Please speak out for warriors still waiting for help for their service. Servicemen who found themselves in harms- way should Be treated first and fast. As you very well know, a very small number Of soldiers actually see any ‘face to face’ combat. For ‘their’ duty, citizens Would not mind seeing to it that ‘they’ were cared for up front… ( I want to believe that) It’s a moot point as it won’t happen anyway. I do not understand however why the VA does not want to spend the monies For “psychiatrist” to cover PTSD cases. I was, a paratrooper with the 101st Airborne in the mid 1960s. The warrior’s elite. In the back of my mind, I always knew that there was a chance I might end up in a prison camp. A chance I might be tortured, starved, beaten, stripped of all human dignity… I just never thought it would happen in my own country. In 1965, the Vietnam War was in full swing. Since I had theater experience, I decided to enlist as an “entertainment specialist.” After surviving boot camp, I found myself in Advanced Infantry Training, learning the art of killing. Not the job description of a wannabe “master of ceremony.” Numerous protest and inquiries were fruitless. The military would not admit they had made an error. – A characteristic of them I was to become very familiar with. Within the week in Vietnam, I had made my first kill. Over half of my company was wiped out. And I was scared. Had it not been for the leadership and inspiration of my commanding officer, I would never have made it. After several months, life in the jungle fell into a pattern. I was befriended, by my new platoon leader, Leone, and I went on to survive numerous firefights, ambushes, hand-to-hand combat, booby traps, a shark attack, three helicopter crashes and more. I thought I was fighting to save my country from the communist threat. I thought I was doing the right thing…. Until an unexpected encounter with “HIM” in the mountains of the Nam set me straight as to just what this war was all about. It had nothing to do with defending the U.S. From foreign threats. It had nothing to do with the oath I had taken as a soldier. And it sure as Hell, had nothing to do with honor. I was unable to deal with what I had learned. That combined with my company commander’s reassignment off the line, prompted me to question my place in this war of debauchery. Unable to get out of being a grunt, my only alternative was to change my combat duty assignment. I became a door gunner on a helicopter. If I was going to die, I’d rather die in the air than on the ground. I survived my tour of duty, receiving top commendations and medals for my skills as a warrior. After returning home I did further research into communism and Vietnam. While serving out my term in the states, I spoke out against the “Unconstitutional Use” of our servicemen over there, to my comrades-in-arms. They asked me about what I saw over there and what I learned. And so I told them. I gave them the facts in black and white… And I refused to stop speaking out. Because of this, I was arrested and my real battle began. was held on trumped up charges. Charges of murder… Murder I had committed while in Vietnam. My record, “exemplary” until then, began turning black. The madness continued through threats, abuse and kangaroo courts. Seeing no other option, I demanded a “dishonorable discharge.”…The just desserts for an “honorable warrior” participating in a “dishonorable war.” No one would oblige. They said, “ I was simply confused.” So, I deserted the army. ( did you know about SPD's) ? There were over “half a million” less than honorable discharges given from 1966 to 1973. It was as though many of us who had been in the war realized there was something wrong with what our country was doing and wanted out. Because the system was so overcrowded, makeshift “concentration camps” were set up around the country. {Aka, S.P.Ds. / Special Processing Detachment} After being hounded by the FBI and government authorities I was turned in by my own family and friends. Being from Orange County, California, they were doing their duty and thought it was for my own good. Once in the grips of the military system, my life became worse than it had ever been in combat. Sadistic guards wanted to make an example of me because they believed I was a veteran who disgraced his uniform. I was tortured, stripped, and had a gun put to my head. I was thrown naked into solitary confinement where the shadow of the stars and stripes --{designs cut into the ceiling} – covered my body. Where I was forced to eat cereal and water from a bowl like a dog while others watched. I witnessed other prisoners being tortured and murdered. By the time I attended my final trial. I was facing twenty years in prison. This including five years for my escape from Leavenworth and for trying to destroy government property –[ I tried to commit suicide} – I would have served that time had it not been for my ex comrade-in-arms from the past. Leone, my old platoon leader, sat on the court. After excusing himself from the bench because he knew me, Leone went on to defend me in front of the court. I was finally discharged from the madness… Now, I proudly show my military records. Because they illustrate the hypocrisy and the immorality of our country’s involvement the Vietnam War. My discharge states that I was “unable to adapt to military service,” that I had a history of not being able to work with the system. On many other pages in the records. I’m said to be, “the perfect warrior.” The grand paradox, which was the conflict of the Vietnam War, is illustrated in black and white. THANKS Richard F. Denne Toluca Lake, CA. 91602 On December 20, 2004 the Department of Veterans Affairs, diagnosed me as having PTSD. Actually I was diagnosed in April of 2001 however it took the VA another few years to put it in writing. Hurry and wait right? We know the drill. The thing is, I sought help with the same symptoms while I was still in the military back in November of 1967. Well, it has been 41 years now and I am still waiting to see a psychiatrist. WHY??? Now I don’t want to go on a rant or anything but I thought that a combat paratrooper just might be allowed some help for medical attention. My unit was awarded a Presidential Unit Citation for the battle of Trung Luong in June of 1966. My outfit,” A Company” and the rest of 2/327 of the 101st Airborne spent more time hunting down the VC in more varieties of terrain than any other out fits. Always in the boonies, as much as 57 days non- stop. More than other any combat veterans of the war. The 2nd Battalion 327th Infantry earned the reputation of an outstanding combat unit because of their "No Slack" fighting spirit. Operations of the battalion in the republic of Vietnam were conducted in Trung Luong, Dak To, An Khe, Phan Rang, and Ashau. Being selected as the last infantry unit of the division to leave Southeast Asia distinguished the battalion with the record for the longest continuous combat service in Vietnam of any infantry battalion in the United States Army. Am I becoming soft for seeking help after 41 years? Maybe it is time to cut some slack for a No Slacker? Please speak out for warriors still waiting for help for their service. Servicemen who found themselves in harms- way should Be treated first and fast. As you very well know, a very small number Of soldiers actually see any ‘face to face’ combat. For ‘their’ duty, citizens Would not mind seeing to it that ‘they’ were cared for up front… ( I want to believe that) It’s a moot point as it won’t happen anyway. I do not understand however why the VA does not want to spend the monies For “psychiatrist” to cover PTSD cases. I was, a paratrooper with the 101st Airborne in the mid 1960s. The warrior’s elite. In the back of my mind, I always knew that there was a chance I might end up in a prison camp. A chance I might be tortured, starved, beaten, stripped of all human dignity… I just never thought it would happen in my own country. In 1965, the Vietnam War was in full swing. Since I had theater experience, I decided to enlist as an “entertainment specialist.” After surviving boot camp, I found myself in Advanced Infantry Training, learning the art of killing. Not the job description of a wannabe “master of ceremony.” Numerous protest and inquiries were fruitless. The military would not admit they had made an error. – A characteristic of them I was to become very familiar with. Within the week in Vietnam, I had made my first kill. Over half of my company was wiped out. And I was scared. Had it not been for the leadership and inspiration of my commanding officer, I would never have made it. After several months, life in the jungle fell into a pattern. I was befriended, by my new platoon leader, Leone, and I went on to survive numerous firefights, ambushes, hand-to-hand combat, booby traps, a shark attack, three helicopter crashes and more. I thought I was fighting to save my country from the communist threat. I thought I was doing the right thing…. Until an unexpected encounter with “HIM” in the mountains of the Nam set me straight as to just what this war was all about. It had nothing to do with defending the U.S. From foreign threats. It had nothing to do with the oath I had taken as a soldier. And it sure as Hell, had nothing to do with honor. I was unable to deal with what I had learned. That combined with my company commander’s reassignment off the line, prompted me to question my place in this war of debauchery. Unable to get out of being a grunt, my only alternative was to change my combat duty assignment. I became a door gunner on a helicopter. If I was going to die, I’d rather die in the air than on the ground. I survived my tour of duty, receiving top commendations and medals for my skills as a warrior. After returning home I did further research into communism and Vietnam. While serving out my term in the states, I spoke out against the “Unconstitutional Use” of our servicemen over there, to my comrades-in-arms. They asked me about what I saw over there and what I learned. And so I told them. I gave them the facts in black and white… And I refused to stop speaking out. Because of this, I was arrested and my real battle began. was held on trumped up charges. Charges of murder… Murder I had committed while in Vietnam. My record, “exemplary” until then, began turning black. The madness continued through threats, abuse and kangaroo courts. Seeing no other option, I demanded a “dishonorable discharge.”…The just desserts for an “honorable warrior” participating in a “dishonorable war.” No one would oblige. They said, “ I was simply confused.” So, I deserted the army. ( did you know about SPD's) ? There were over “half a million” less than honorable discharges given from 1966 to 1973. It was as though many of us who had been in the war realized there was something wrong with what our country was doing and wanted out. Because the system was so overcrowded, makeshift “concentration camps” were set up around the country. {Aka, S.P.Ds. / Special Processing Detachment} After being hounded by the FBI and government authorities I was turned in by my own family and friends. Being from Orange County, California, they were doing their duty and thought it was for my own good. Once in the grips of the military system, my life became worse than it had ever been in combat. Sadistic guards wanted to make an example of me because they believed I was a veteran who disgraced his uniform. I was tortured, stripped, and had a gun put to my head. I was thrown naked into solitary confinement where the shadow of the stars and stripes --{designs cut into the ceiling} – covered my body. Where I was forced to eat cereal and water from a bowl like a dog while others watched. I witnessed other prisoners being tortured and murdered. By the time I attended my final trial. I was facing twenty years in prison. This including five years for my escape from Leavenworth and for trying to destroy government property –[ I tried to commit suicide} – I would have served that time had it not been for my ex comrade-in-arms from the past. Leone, my old platoon leader, sat on the court. After excusing himself from the bench because he knew me, Leone went on to defend me in front of the court. I was finally discharged from the madness… Now, I proudly show my military records. Because they illustrate the hypocrisy and the immorality of our country’s involvement the Vietnam War. My discharge states that I was “unable to adapt to military service,” that I had a history of not being able to work with the system. On many other pages in the records. I’m said to be, “the perfect warrior.” The grand paradox, which was the conflict of the Vietnam War, is illustrated in black and white. THANKS Richard F. Denne Toluca Lake, CA. 91602

17 May 2008
Kay - View my profile
What you went through sounds too much like Abdu Gharaib, I can't imagine the militrary treating their own troops like that it almost sounds like psychosis. This leads me to think the military cannot be trusted and should never be trusted,That anyone who is thinking about signing up for military duty better have second thoughts, if something like this happens like what happened to you.The american people also supported the Vietnam war like they did this war in Iraq, so before they come down on our troops maybe they need to think about their role and complicity in it, why they are not doing more to end this current war and why they aren't doing more to help our troops.

16 May 2008
Hazel Davis - View my profile
I'm wondering, "Since all the talk, about the Symptoms of PTSD is discussed, that

NO ONE HAS WRITTEN OR STATED, THE BOTTOM-BASIC-CAUSE, OF PTSD". There is "always an Underlying Cause" to everything, so "there Must Be An Underlying Cause, to PTSD, besides...Viewing the Negative Side of Visual Scenes / Reacting to the Environment, in which a person is in". After-Trauma is Post-Trauma...but then, "what are All The Contents / Substances / Circumstances, OF THE TRAUMA...& has this Effected *More Than*, the Central Nervous System ??" What is there, THEN, that Can Cause "Adverse Reactions" to the Central Nervous System, ENOUGH TO CAUSE, the Beginning of Degeneration to the Vital Organs of the Body.???? Agent Orange, cause a Soldier / Veteran, to have PTSD & then Did Cause, Degeneration to the Vital Organs of the Body... Makes a Person Wonder, "if There Is More To This PTSD, than Just the Visual Part of Viewing the Negative Side of Environment, in Which the Person is in. (Hazel Davis)