VA KEEPS ME ALIVE

Sitting in the waiting room of the Veteran’s Administration Hospital in Reno, Nevada, one April day in 2021, Lori, my wife, and I wore white masks that read “Don't Worry. I'm vaccinated.”

The reason I am alive at 77-years-old is the Veteran’s Administration Hospital.

I had a skull fracture from a fall in 1979, cancer from second-hand smoke in 1983, a mild stroke in 2010, and was told I have congestive heart failure (CHF) in 2016, but it’s being taken care of with medication.

So, my time in the Navy from 1968-1970 did two wonderful things for me.

The Navy taught me to write for money. Launching an extensive career as a writer.

And my Honorable Discharge meant I would have care in my old age.