Yesterday, I was eating dinner at an outdoor table when I noticed a woman interviewing a young man and filling out forms with him. It took only a moment to realize the young man had lost his right arm and left leg.
It was unsettling how sad I felt that this young guy should be so physically challenged. It turned out that he was a U.S. soldier, wounded in Afghanistan, applying for government assistance. My sadness turned to anger and embitterment as I contemplated the irony of the scene. I know so many able-bodied people who receive every form of assistance possible, yet here is a guy who has obvious qualifications trying to explain why he needs help.
The wounded veterans are worthy of the best this country has to offer. To make them beg is just plain wrong.