By Alfa · Feb 21, 2004 ·
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    Although the modern medical marijuana movement began in San Francisco in
    response to the AIDS epidemic, it could have taken off in the early '70s
    when wounded Vietnam vets began smoking the herb openly in the VA
    hospitals. When I got wind of this phenomenon (you could smell mj on the
    spinal-injury wards) I did not understand its implications. I knew that
    marijuana would help ward off despair, but not that it eased pain and
    spasticity. I didn't really get it. I thought the way to help and protect
    the vets was to not publicize their use of marijuana.

    And the aspect of the story that I did get -how many rank-and-file GIs had
    decided for themselves that the US goal in Vietnam wasn't worth the loss of
    life and limb- I couldn't get across. The Rambo rewrite wiped out the
    historical reality almost completely, and there I was on the street with a
    leaflet, impotent as a Holy Roller. By 1991, when George Bush the First
    was declaring victory in his Gulf War, his climactic phrase was "At last we
    have put to rest the Vietnam syndrome." By which he meant the spectre of
    soldiers not fighting, the ultimate ruling-class nightmare.

    John Kerry and the vets who have come out to support him are setting the
    record straight about the extent to which GIs in Vietnam were anti-war. The
    Bush ad campaign will spend countless millions to re-impose the phony Rambo

    If anybody needs cannabis-based medicine, it's the thousands of soldiers
    who've been seriously wounded in Iraq. An article by Sara Corbett in the
    2/15 NY Times Sunday Magazine depicted a few of them. Cannabis would help
    in treating every condition she described -insomnia rage, pain, PTSD,
    looming alcoholism...

    "Robert Shrode can't sleep... Before the war, he could have six beers and
    sleep like a baby, but now that works against him. Drinking may help get
    his head to the pillow, but it also ratchets up the nightmares... He pops
    Ambien to coax some sleep. The results are mixed. On the advice of his
    doctors, he is taking three different pills for pain, a pill for swelling
    and another pill for depression....

    Shrode and his buddy Bricklin "say they have frequent nightmares. And then
    there's something less tangible, a visceral undercurrent of anger that
    makes them walk around feeling ready to explode. 'I can go from being
    happy-go-lucky and joking to having someone's throat in my hand, like
    that,' Bricklin says, snapping his fingers. Shrode nods. 'My fuse is
    short," he says. 'It's real short.'"

    "The discomfort [of the one-armed man] feels irresolvable. "'Somebody
    stares at it, I get mad at them," Shrode says. "Somebody looks away, and I
    get mad at that.'"

    "One day, as Shrode was walking down a hospital hallway, a civilian passing
    by happened to toss out an innocent 'Howyadoin,' which somehow, in that
    moment, became the last straw. 'Ninety-nine percent of the time, I tell
    them what they want to hear,' Shrode says. But in this instance he couldn't
    help blurting out a truth that was becoming more evident each day. 'Buddy,
    going to hurt the rest of my life.'"

    Soldiers applying for a medical discharge go before the Army Physical
    Evaluation Board. Their disability pay depends on a rating from the
    Department of Veterans Affairs. A 100 percent disability qualifies a
    soldier for $2,239/month. "An amputated arm generally gets you a 60 to 90
    percent disability rating," according to Corbett.

    "For every broken body in this room, there are hundreds more confined to
    hospital beds across the country and hundreds more again who, by choice or
    by circumstance, are gutting out the effects of their injuries without the
    help of peers or mental-health counselors... Thanks to the lifesaving
    properties of body armor and largely impenetrable Kevlar helmets, combined
    with highly advanced battlefield medicine, more soldiers are surviving
    explosions and gunfire than in previous wars. The downside of this is that
    the injury rate in Iraq is high: an average of nine soldiers have been
    injured per day. The pace shows little sign of slowing, which means it's
    possible we will bring home another 1,500 wounded before the start of summer.

    "The government's reports on the wounded can be confusing. In early
    February, the Department of Defense web site listed 2,600 soldiers as
    wounded in action in Iraq and another 403 as injured in 'nonhostile'
    incidents like helicopter or motor-vehicle accidents. Meanwhile, the Army
    Surgeon General's office said that only 804 soldiers have been evacuated
    with battle wounds and that over 2,800 have been injured accidentally. In
    addition, the Surgeon General's office reported that another 5,184 soldiers
    have been evacuated from the theater for other medical reasons, which could
    include anything from kidney stones to nervous breakdowns. To date, 569 of
    these have qualified as psychiatric casualties."

    "Although many of the soldiers who attend the support group at Fort
    Campbell have escaped enemy fire, their injuries reflect the full spectrum
    of what can go wrong during war: Sgt. Jenni McKinley had her right hand
    crushed when her Humvee blew a tire and flipped over on a sandy road
    outside of Baghdad. Chief Warrant Officers Emanuel Pierre and Stuart
    Contant were pilots whose Apache helicopter reportedly malfunctioned and
    then crashed in Afghanistan, requiring them to spend months in the hospital
    and to endure multiple operations. There is a medic who is physically
    uninjured but tormented to the point of agony by memories of treating his
    wounded and dying colleagues. And then there is a quiet young private who
    comes because her hair is falling out and her fingers are numb and nobody
    seems able to tell her why...

    "It was pure desperation that led McKinley to the support group, which she
    learned about through her occupational therapist at Fort Campbell's
    hospital. The sessions also gave her the courage to see a therapist, who
    prescribed Clonazepam for her anxiety and Lexapro, an antidepressant. On
    her third visit to the group, she managed to sputter out the story of the
    dead marine before breaking down in tears."

    Wounded soldiers who still hope to continue their military careers resist
    asking for antidepressants to protect their chances of promotion. "Patient
    privacy laws apply only loosely in the military," Corbett notes, "where
    commanders have access to a soldier's medical history, including what goes
    on in counseling sessions."

    A soldier named Gilbert "was hoping to stay in the Army for a few more
    years after he recovered, but worried that if he 'toughed it out' for a
    while, the fact that he was able to perform his duties (though in pain)
    would lower his disability rating when he did leave the service -a
    difference of potentially thousands of dollars. And as it often does,
    fatherhood also rearranged his priorities. While earlier he was eager to
    get well so he could be redeployed to the Middle East, he announced to the
    support group in December that he'd changed his mind. 'I'm not going back
    there,' he said, imagining a conversation with some higher-up in the Army.
    "I'm not going to die for you.'"

    "Caleb Nall, a blue-eyed 23-year-old corporal from Louisiana, was
    recovering after being hit in the back by a rocket-propelled grenade. His
    torso had been severely burned; a gaping shrapnel wound had hollowed out
    part of his pelvis, and his left leg had been damaged. The explosion left
    him about 70 percent deaf in one ear...

    "When it came time for the group's next meeting, Nall showed up. He wore a
    pile jacket and a pair of jeans, his wounds hidden well away but his anger
    fully exposed. After a visiting V.A. representative started to natter on
    about how soldiers needed medical evidence and a formal diagnosis of
    post-traumatic stress disorder to receive relevant disability payments,
    Nall jumped in. 'Would you say waking up with the sound of a mortar round
    going off next to your head counts?' he asked, the bitterness thinly
    wrapped in his Louisiana drawl. 'Jumping six inches off your bed?'

    "After the V.A. rep left, Nall turned to the group at large. 'Anyone else
    here having sleep problems?' he asked.

    "Brent Bricklin raised his hand. So did Jeremy Gilbert and Jenni McKinley
    and Robert Shrode, as well as four of the five other soldiers who had come
    that day. Everybody but Nall burst out laughing. '

    "'Is there something else they did for you?' he continued, perplexed. 'I'm
    on morphine, Percocet, Elavil...'

    "'I did Vicodin and Benadryl, but they counteract each other,' offered a
    soldier across the room.

    "'Have you tried drinking?' asked another.

    "Nall nodded earnestly. 'I take two Percocets and drink two six packs of
    beer, and I still can't sleep.'

    "This set off a voluble round of pharmaceutical recipe-swapping. Injured
    soldiers, I have learned, are nothing if not experts on painkillers and
    sleep aids. And yet little seems truly to work. A few complain that their
    antidepressants cause them to sleep all the time; more -like Nall-report
    that they sit up half the night in a drugged daze, waiting for sleep to

    "Earlier in the fall, Gilbert, who is studying to apply for a physician's
    assistant degree and can be aptly professorial, cautioned everyone about
    Percocet. 'They say it's as addictive as heroin,' he said. Having recently
    replaced Percocet with controlled-release OxyContin, Gilbert admitted to
    having a 'serious physical dependence' on it, developing a crushing
    headache every time he tried to skip a dose. 'It gets to where you'll kill
    somebody because you need that fix,' he joked.

    " 'I'm strung out on Demerol all the time,' Jenni McKinley piped up. 'I
    know it's time to take my meds when I start screaming at my kids for little

    "She added, 'My doctors are talking about switching me to methadone.'

    "Gilbert laughed. 'Mine said the same thing.'"

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