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We’re losing the fight against Stolen Valor. It seems like every week we hear a new military poser story, involving a range of people from homeless bums to senior politicians. Many veterans, myself included, have personal stories of poser encounters. Web sites like Guardian of Valor and This Ain’t Hell continually expose egregious Stolen Valor cases, and aren’t likely to run out of story subjects within my lifetime.

Here’s evidence of how bad the problem is: approximately 3,400,000 Americans served in Vietnam, off its coast or in the Vietnam Theater. But according to the National Vietnam Veterans Foundation, nearly fourteen million have lied about serving in Vietnam. “During [the year 2000] Census count, the number of Americans falsely claiming to have served in-country is 13,853,027. By this census, FOUR OUT OF FIVE WHO CLAIM TO BE Vietnam vets are not.” (http://www.nationalvietnamveteransfoundation.org/statistics.htm)

The scope of the Stolen Valor problem is enormous. I think there are two main reasons why. First, so few Americans today know anything about military service that tricking them with unbelievable war stories is ridiculously easy. And second, fewer and fewer Americans care at all about military honor or integrity.

Military lies are easy to pull off

Last year I met an old Army buddy, Dave, for dinner. We were friends before deploying and later served in the same company in Iraq. He did two notable things in Iraq: after his convoy was ambushed and stopped one night, he ran around in the open under fire trying to get it moving again. And he – literally – dug up an Improvised Explosive Device with his bare hands during a patrol.

The IED thing deserves explanation. While patrolling Dave saw wires leading to a pile of trash beside the road. He called it out and moved up to investigate, but wasn’t certain it was an IED.

“They always told us not to waste EOD’s time with false IED reports,” Dave said. “I figured I better make sure it really was one before I called it in.”

He dug into the trash and saw the wires going into the dirt. So he dug into the dirt until he found an artillery shell. But it wasn’t connected to the wires, so he kept going until he uncovered a second one. Wires were going into this one. He finally stood and announced, “It’s an IED!”

Dave told me about it a few days later. Long before he finished the story, I interrupted him with “WHAT THE FUCK COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY BEEN THINKING?” I was sure some frustrated insurgent had been screaming “Allah dammit!” while watching him and furiously touching a wire to a car battery.

So last year when I met Dave for dinner, an old high school friend joined us. My high school buddy was a Navy veteran who served in the 90s. When he sat down, I introduced them.

“Joe, meet Dave. We served in Iraq together. He’s all messed up because an IED went off in his helmet. He would have been okay, but a secondary went off on the other side.”

Dave burst out laughing. I joined him. But my high school friend flinched, waited for the laughter to die and quietly asked, “Are you doing alright now?”

My high school friend is no dummy. He’s an educated, intelligent professional, and is involved in organizations and activities that support veterans. He just didn’t get our Army humor, and because he never served in Iraq he didn’t know how ridiculous the IED-in-the-helmet joke was.

A Navy veteran was that easy to trick, if that had been our intent. How easy do you suppose it is to trick someone who knows nothing of the military?

Read the rest at http://www.breachbangclear.com/stolen-valor-is-no-big-fucking-deal/

Chris Hernandez is a 20 year police officer, former Marine and currently serving National Guard soldier with over 25 years of military service. He is a combat veteran of Iraq and Afghanistan and also served 18 months as a United Nations police officer in Kosovo. He writes for BreachBangClear.com and Iron Mike magazine and has published two military fiction novels, Proof of Our Resolve and Line in the Valley, through Tactical16 Publishing. He can be reached at [email protected] or on his Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/ProofofOurResolve).

If you’re thinking, “That’s one badass Major Sergeant Major Special Forces Desert Storm veteran Physical Training Master,” you’re right! My friend, at right, asked the man what group (meaning SF group) he was in. The man said, “82nd Airborne”. My friend asked, “No, what group?” The guy said, “Rangers”. When my friend started laughing, the man said that’s how many tours he had done in Kuwait (!) and wanted to fight. Later he came back and bought my friend a beer.

This guy said his name was Daniel, although his nametape says R. DeMartini. He was in the Dallas area. If anyone knows him, please, let’s make him famous.

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Folks, our nation is in the grip of a serious crisis. We’ve seen evidence of this crisis many times in the last few months. This isn’t something we can ignore. People are hurting, and we have to do something about it.

The crisis? Military posers keep screwing up their tales of imaginary heroism, getting caught in stupid lies, and publicly shaming themselves. It’s honestly embarrassing. Posers are supposed to be master manipulators, but they aren’t acting like evil masterminds lately. They seem more like Gary Coleman in an ill-fitting Mister T costume.

In a story about fake Medal of Honor recipients, Andy Rooney said it best. “They often seem more pathetic than criminal.” These guys are just pathetic. And I think they can do better.

So work with me, people. We can’t let eager, semi-honest, kindhearted posers suffer needless abuse at the hands of actual veterans (like the “EOD Ranger Master Sergeant” who got busted by a real Ranger at a California college). It’s time for us to step in, give these poor posers a few important tips, and help them live their American Dream of stealing other people’s valor.

You might be saying to yourself, “Well of course I want to help posers! Who wouldn’t? But gee, why would Chris suddenly decide to speak out about this?”

Fair question. While I’ve long been a tireless advocate for our poser population, I’ve generally kept quiet about it (you know, the whole “don’t brag about your charity” thing). But a few days ago I stopped at a gas station, in my Army uniform. The clerk, who was wearing hipster clothes and had long messy hair and a beard, asked if I was in the National Guard. I said yes.

He told me he was an active duty Marine. But he didn’t know his MOS. And the work he did was so secret, he didn’t even know what unit he was assigned to.

As he told me his story, I wondered, “How could America have failed so miserably? Has our educational system sunk so low, posers aren’t even able to make up decent lies about their nonexistent military service?” I mean, if he had told me even a halfway believable story, it would have restored my faith. He could have claimed an IED went off in his helmet during the Battle of Fallujah off the coast of Afghanistan in 2012, and I would have bought it. But claiming to be an active duty Marine, while dressed like a hipster? Who would believe that nonsense?

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Read the rest at http://www.breachbangclear.com/site/10-blog/717-advice-to-poseurs-from-a-combat-veteran.html

Chris Hernandez is a 20 year police officer, former Marine and currently serving National Guard soldier with over 25 years of military service. He is a combat veteran of Iraq and Afghanistan and also served 18 months as a United Nations police officer in Kosovo. He writes for BreachBangClear.com, Iron Mike magazine and has published two military fiction novels, Proof of Our Resolve and Line in the Valley, through Tactical16 Publishing. He can be reached at [email protected] or on his Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/ProofofOurResolve).

http://www.breachbangclear.com/site/10-blog/485-should-we-award-purple-hearts-for-ptsd.html
http://www.breachbangclear.com/site/10-blog/486-should-we-award-purple-hearts-for-ptsd-part-ii.html

Yes, it’s a long essay. But some things can’t be explained in a short blurb. Especially something this close to my heart.

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SHOULD WE AWARD PURPLE HEARTS FOR PTSD?

No, we shouldn’t.

I came home from Afghanistan angry and depressed. Most of my problems came from guilt over one particular incident. Without going into too much detail, I felt that I failed to prevent another American’s death in combat. I knew that my feelings were objectively irrational. The situation had been chaotic and confusing, I was sick and suffering severe fatigue, and there was no way I could have known at the time what I found out later. But feelings don’t follow logic; even though I knew the man’s death was solely the enemy’s fault, I still blamed myself.

I had studied Post Traumatic Stress Disorder extensively between my Iraq and Afghanistan deployments. I knew I would come home with some aftereffects, which if handled correctly wouldn’t be permanent or debilitating. I also accepted my own responsibility for my mental state; I had reenlisted many times just so I could deploy, left one unit to join another that was going to Afghanistan, and volunteered for many combat missions I didn’t have to be on. I couldn’t complain about the result of what I chose to do.

I went to a VA counselor, and a civilian counselor. I talked things out. I shared my story with trusted friends. I leaned on my wife for support. My home life was affected, my work performance suffered, but I stuck to counseling until I worked through the issues. I made peace with what had happened. I’ll never forget it, and even now, four years later, I sometimes cry over it when I’m alone. I accept that I will never truly be over this incident, and to tell the truth I wouldn’t want to be. Occasional tears are my small but lasting tribute to a brave man’s life and death. But those tears don’t mean I have PTSD.

Two years ago I attended a class about PTSD. We watched videotaped interviews with PTSD victims. One was a former Special Forces sergeant named Paul Schroeder who had been awarded a Silver Star for valor but suffered from horrible PTSD after his discharge (I met him face to face a couple times). Another man on the video was a former Marine infantryman who had nearly destroyed his life with alcohol after his return from Iraq. We also listened to a speaker, a young woman who had completed two tours in Iraq.

I could relate to this woman. On one of her tours she had been a vehicle commander on a convoy escort team. I had the same job in Iraq. I experienced the same things, on the same missions, in the same places. For a couple of years after Iraq I had a startle response if someone used a camera flash near me, without warning me first (the first thing I saw when IEDs detonated near us at night was a blinding white or orange flash). I identified with the young woman, and while I didn’t come home with PTSD – no, the aforementioned startle response does not by itself equal PTSD – I understood how she could have it.

But toward the end of her talk, she said something that has come to trouble me greatly. This comment didn’t really register with me at first. As time has passed, and I’ve encountered many more instances of this, it bothers me more and more.

The young woman said her disability rating for PTSD was 30%. She was trying to get it raised, though. The reason?

“If I get it a little higher,” she laughed, “I can park in handicapped parking spaces.”

At the time, I thought it was a joke. I don’t think so anymore. In my opinion, too many veterans are jumping into the “PTSD business”, falsely claiming to have war-related emotional problems in order to receive a nice check every month, plus other little benefits, forever. This problem appears to be so widespread that many veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan are developing an automatic “This person is lying” internal response whenever we meet someone who claims to have PTSD.

This isn’t the response we should have. I’m not saying it’s “right”. But it’s hard to not feel that way after some of what we see and hear.

A sergeant, widely regarded as a malingerer, was on radio watch. A patrol near his firebase was ambushed. The patrol returned fire and pushed through the kill zone. No Americans were killed or injured, no vehicles damaged. The sergeant claimed PTSD because he listened to the ambush on the radio.

A large unit came home from a partnering/foreign military training deployment to a third world country. This country was not at war. There was no combat. Not a single soldier was in a firefight, no IED attacks occurred. Upon their return, a handful of soldiers claimed PTSD.

A Marine Iraq veteran I know well went to the VA to register for care. He saw a psychologist as part of the normal process. He told the psychologist the truth: he was never in combat, never heard a shot fired, never saw a casualty, never experienced anything more dangerous than rockets that landed far away and never hurt anyone. No nightmares, no isolation, no alcohol or drug abuse. His assessment? 30% disability for PTSD. He didn’t turn down the money.

A soldier told me that her deployment, which consisted of working 12 hour days as a supply officer, was traumatic. No, she was never in combat. But she worked crappy hours with no days off, was under constant stress from her superiors, and her marriage collapsed from the strain. “That’s PTSD,” she explained.

An Afghanistan veteran appeared on American Idol and told his story of being badly wounded in combat. He was called a hero on national TV and basked in sympathy for his terrible PTSD. Later, he was exposed as a liar who served one month in Afghanistan as a supply clerk and was never in combat (maybe I don’t have to go into much detail on this one, you might be familiar with it already).

My point is that fraudulent PTSD claims already abound, in addition to what certainly seems to be a zeal by the VA to diagnose veterans with PTSD. Those who legitimately suffer from it deserve all the help they can get. When they’re not stuck in the VA backlog, partly brought on by many vets who are gaming the system, they have access to therapy and medication. Yes, they deserve better treatment than what’s currently available. But do they need to be publicly recognized with a medal for suffering PTSD?

Recently an Afghanistan combat veteran, Army Major and author named Benjamin Tupper published an essay in the Daily Beast. Major Tupper wrote this essay as a plea on behalf of troops who came home from war physically sound, but suffer from PTSD. Tupper wants these veterans to be awarded Purple Hearts, just like those who suffer physical wounds.

In his essay , titled How The Purple Heart Can Help Heal Veterans with PTSD (http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2013/08/23/how-the-purple-heart-can-help-heal-veterans-with-ptsd.html), Tupper makes valid arguments, backed with personal experience. He acknowledges that veterans he has spoken to about it are almost universally against his idea, and admits he himself was opposed to it until recently. But he cites the veteran suicide rate as evidence that PTSD can be just as if not more crippling than physical wounds. He also points out that those who suffer Traumatic Brain Injuries – invisible wounds which weren’t recognized in the past – are now eligible for Purple Hearts. He argues that a veteran with PTSD is no less injured than one with physical scars, and deserves equal treatment.

For the record, I have nothing but respect for Major Tupper’s service. I don’t doubt the honesty of his opinion or his sincere desire to help traumatized veterans heal. I don’t disrespect Tupper for his views. But I can’t agree with him on this one.

One point of evidence Tupper uses to support his position is that Iraq and Afghanistan veterans are committing suicide at an alarming rate, leaving more veterans dead by their own hand than are killed in combat. On its face, that certainly does seem to suggest PTSD caused by wartime service is a crippling injury affecting masses of veterans. And nobody disputes the fact that one veteran suicide is too many.

But that statistic may not tell the whole story. Yes, the military suicide rate has risen dramatically. The civilian suicide rate has also risen to a similar level (20 per 100k vs 18 per 100k). Our Army “Resiliency” training informs us that 80% of soldiers who commit suicide have never deployed.

No, I’m not suggesting military suicides aren’t a problem. But they aren’t as simple as “being in combat makes you suicidal”. While I don’t accuse Tupper of making that simplistic argument, I do believe the general public often makes that assumption. Like everything else about the War on Terror, the reality is much more complicated than that. Suicides can result from a complex array of problems like alcoholism, drug abuse, mental problems or even PTSD from non-military causes (as Tupper acknowledges in his essay). And for those with suicidal ideations directly linked to combat, would a Purple Heart help? I don’t think so. Also, right or wrong, most soldiers who receive Purple Hearts for minor injuries are looked down upon by other veterans. This might lead you to think, as I do, that awarding a PH to a suicidal veteran might just make him feel guilty, which makes the problem worse.

My main argument against this proposal, though, is that it will create a wave of false PTSD claims. Tupper, to his credit, is aware that many veterans oppose his idea for this reason. But he offers a counterpoint: soldiers can lie to obtain other medals too. “Sadly, fakery can occur in any military award and that is why the current award system requires multiple witness statements to corroborate the award narrative. The same stringent review would be required for service members being submitted for PTSD related Purple Hearts: corroborating witness statements documenting combat exposure, as well as statements from professional mental health clinicians.”

The problem with Tupper’s proposed solution is that witness statements can’t prove or disprove feelings. Unlike awards for valor, which require witnesses to a specific action, there is no way to verify someone else’s emotions. Yes, witnesses could testify that a soldier experienced a traumatic event. They could testify to his or her behavior afterward. But they couldn’t give an insight into what that soldier is truly feeling.

In Iraq we had a soldier who was on numerous convoy escort missions as s gunner. On one mission in Baghdad his convoy was hit by multiple IEDs and small arms fire. He was wounded in the hand, but stayed on his gun. He was later given a Purple Heart and an award for valor, which we felt he legitimately earned.

But one day he got drunk on illicit liquor and passed out. He was taken to the base hospital. At the hospital he had to be restrained because he tried to fight staff members. At one point during his violent outburst, he screamed, “Have you ever been to Najaf? Then you don’t know what it’s liiiiiike!”

This soldier could be viewed as suffering from the effects of PTSD. He had an alcohol problem. He had been wounded in combat. He was screaming about a dangerous place, maybe even having a flashback.

But when I had conversations with other soldiers in my unit about the drunken outburst, the response was either laughter or a dismissive shake of the head. “What the hell was he yelling about? Nothing ever happened to us in Najaf.” And the soldier in question, who by the way I still respect for his service and genuinely like as a person, was known to have an alcohol problem long before we deployed. When I asked him why he was yelling about Najaf, he laughed and said, “Man, I was just drunk. I don’t know what the hell I was saying.”

So was his behavior caused by PTSD, or just a lack of self-discipline? How can the military tell? Witness statements wouldn’t prove anything either way.

Tupper also acknowledges, “… most soldiers look down on awards given for minor injuries, arguing that doing so cheapens the Purple Heart’s significance for those who were killed or more gravely wounded.” I absolutely agree, based on my personal experience with the Army’s latest watered-down award: the Combat Action Badge. Yes, I was in combat. Yes, I earned my CAB. But some soldiers see the CAB on my uniform and think, “Huh. I bet he was on some huge FOB and a rocket landed a kilometer away. Sure, he was really in combat.”

I know they think this because I catch myself thinking the same thing when I see a CAB on a stranger’s uniform. I think this because during my Afghanistan tour a rocket landed in a living area, and the next day “CAB hunters” paced off the distance from the impact crater to their huts to find out if they were inside the rocket’s killing radius and therefore qualified for the award (even though numerous other huts blocked the shrapnel). I think this because in Iraq mortars landed near a tactical operations center, and everyone who was assigned to the TOC received CABs whether they were in the TOC at the time or not. I think this because I was there when another team had a vehicle window chipped by a rock, and one soldier wrote a report citing “damaged by gunfire” as the cause of the chipped window, then tried to use that to claim a Combat Action Badge.

I’m damn proud of my Combat Action Badge, because it means I’ve followed in the footsteps of generations of family members before me. But because of people who stretch the truth or outright lie to get it, the CAB doesn’t mean to others what it means to me. I don’t want the same thing to happen with the Purple Heart, one of our most respected awards.

When my brigade returned from Iraq, as part of our outprocessing we listened to a parade of representatives from veterans’ advocacy groups. One of those representatives urged us to submit a VA disability claim for anything that might be service connected. Ringing in the ear, sore elbows, lower back pain, headaches, anything.

One soldier asked, “But if we have a lot of problems, how many should we claim? Should we really claim every little thing?”
The representative answered, “Well, how much money do you want to get every month?”

Do I think some soldiers apply that same greedy, morally corrupt thinking to PTSD claims? You bet. The American military is a reflection of American society. If we have liars, cowards, posers and thieves in our civilian population, we’ll have some in the military. Awarding the Purple Heart for PTSD is guaranteed to produce more liars seeking an award, attention and money. Which makes it harder for real PTSD sufferers to get treatment.

In Tupper’s essay, he tells the story of a friend who was slightly wounded in Afghanistan, but almost killed himself in a drunk-driving accident, fueled by PTSD, after his return home. I don’t doubt Tupper’s story, and I wish his friend well. But I also have a friend who suffers from PTSD. My friend was horribly wounded and almost killed by a huge IED blast that killed two of his friends. He’ll never walk normally again and will struggle with memory issues the rest of his life.

Does my friend benefit if soldiers are awarded Purple Hearts for PTSD? I don’t see how. He would likely have to wait even longer to receive the services and benefits he’s entitled to, because of the mad rush of alleged PTSD patients who would mob the VA in search of a medal and a free monthly handout. If we think we have a problem with liars and posers now, wait until we start issuing Purple Hearts for how people feel.

As I said before, I don’t have PTSD. I know this, and two independent counselors confirmed it. But if the military changes its policy and awards Purple Hearts for PTSD, I could get one. All I’d have to do is go back to the VA, retell my story, add a few nightmares, claim I get scared in crowds or have withdrawn from my friends, say whatever’s necessary to meet the criteria for PTSD. No witness statements could refute what I claim to feel. And I could go home with a shiny Purple Heart, at the cost of only my integrity, on the back of a heroic American who died valiantly facing the enemy one horrible day in 2009.

I’d rather shoot myself than get a Purple Heart that way. I’d almost rather shoot myself than see others lie to get a free medal and monthly check. I’d venture a guess that even many veterans with PTSD would rather not get a Purple Heart for it. Even if I really had PTSD, I know that I could never look my horribly wounded friend in the eye and tell him about my “PTSD Purple Heart”.

Sorry, Major Tupper. Love you, brother, and I respect what you’re trying to do. But I just can’t see it.

And by the way, remember Paul Schroeder, the Special Forces sergeant suffering from PTSD who I mentioned earlier? Turned out he was never SF and never in combat. He was just another lying scumbag, holding a hand out for all the money he’d get for being a PTSD victim.

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Wait…you mean this goofy bastard actually ISN’T Special Forces?

Friday afternoon I picked one of my boys up from school in my Army uniform. At his school, parents wait at the playground for their kids to come outside. I had just walked up to the playground when an older man sitting beside the playground got up and walked toward me.

The man was wearing sweatpants, an old, faded, sweatstained shirt with sleeves cut off, and a USMC baseball cap. The man walked awkwardly, as if suffering from old injuries. His face was unshaven, mouth filled with blackening teeth.

The man held his hand out and said, “I just wanted to thank you for your service in the Army.”

I had to stop and pulse check myself. I’ve had many people thank me for my service, which is always an honor. But I knew who this old man was. I had known for some time.

Two years ago I was visiting a friend in the neighborhood. Across the street, American and Marine Corps flags flew over a house’s front door. A cutout of a kneeling soldier was in the front yard. Vehicles with POW/MIA, Vietnam Vet and USMC stickers all over them were in the driveway. I asked about the neighbor and was told he had been awarded “a big medal” in Vietnam. I decided to walk across the street and knock on the man’s door.

When the man answered I told him I was a veteran and was curious about his service. The man immediately assumed what I took to be a “I’m so humble” stance and told me his story.

He was a Marine Vietnam vet. He had been a sniper. But before Vietnam he was on a secret mission in Russia. In Vietnam he was captured and put in a POW camp. He escaped, found an American unit, led them back to the camp and rescued 85 POWs. “I’m not bragging,” the man said. “But I’ve got a Medal of Honor, a Silver Star and five Purple Hearts.”

At this point, of course, I knew the man was lying. But I wasn’t certain how to respond. Was it possible this man actually was a Vietnam vet, had served honorably, and now was legitimately suffering from some type of mental issues? If I called him out as a liar, would I be doing the right thing?

I asked the man’s name again, “John Smith”, and made a mental note. Then we shook hands and I walked away. As soon as I got home I looked John on the internet.

Shockingly, he wasn’t in the database of Vietnam Medal of Honor winners. A search on his name didn’t turn up anything related to Vietnam. I went to our neighborhood police station and asked the officers if they had heard of him.

They knew exactly who John was. For years he’s been claiming to be a Vietnam War hero. The police have been called to his house many times, sometimes for serious incidents. He’s known as a drunk, liar and scammer. He owns a small business and advertises himself as a disabled Vietnam veteran. He’s told officers he’s got mental problems “from all the babies he killed in Vietnam”. The officers there considered him such a nuisance they kicked him out of the station.

I contacted the POWNetwork.org, which I knew outed military posers. I gave them all the information I had on John. They submitted an open records request to the National Personnel Records Center.

Not long afterward, they emailed me: “Record found. NO NAM.” John had served two years in the Marine Corps, 64-66. Never left the United States.

John’s service record and picture were put on the POWNetork’s “Hall of Shame” (which apparently no longer exists; however, I still have copies of the record and photo). I let the local officers know John was a complete liar, and spread the word around the neighborhood.

Not the same guy, but the same kind of guy

Not long after that, a small nearby town held a parade for a wounded Marine who had just been released from a military hospital. Flags, fire trucks and local patriots lined the main street. Motorcycles and VFW vests were everywhere.

The first vehicles in the parade came into view. And among them, a blue SUV with USMC, POW/MIA and Vietnam Veteran stickers all over it. Driven by John, our local fake Medal of Honor winner.

I actually chased the SUV for a few seconds before I thought, What am I going to do if I catch him? Drag a pathetic old man out of his SUV in the middle of the parade route? So I backed off, shook the wounded Marine’s hand when his jeep drove by, and went straight to the local police station.

Not him either, but they’re probably good buddies who cry over tragic, imaginary war stories together at the VFW

The local police could only document it. I talked to the parade organizers and they said John had only presented himself as a former Marine, not as a Medal of Honor winner. As soon as I could I called the FBI. I was told they only pursue larger Stolen Valor cases where the liar is gaining a large benefit from the lie. They’d look into it, but criminal prosecution was unlikely.

Time passed. I kept my eyes open for John, but never saw him around. Until Friday.

So there I was, standing in a playground surrounded by parents and small children, when this old, pathetic, lying scumbag walks up to me with his hand out, thanking me for my service. Because I was in uniform, anything I said or did to John would directly reflect on the US Army. I took a breath and calmed myself before responding.

Biting back anger, I raised my hand in a “back off” gesture. “I’m not going to shake your hand. I know exactly who you are, John. I know you’ve been lying about being a Medal of Honor winner for years. You need to just stay away from me, because I really am a combat vet.”

John was, to say the least, surprised. He backed away, muttering “Thank you for your service.” I told him, “Just stay away from me.”

He sat down with his wife and kept his back to me. Later, when he was leaving, he gave me one glance, and quickly turned away when he saw me still staring at him.

Since the War on Terror started I’ve met more Special Forces Recon Ranger Sniper SEALs than have ever existed in the entire history of our military. One night a wrecker driver at an accident scene told me he was such a good shot in boot camp, he was pulled out of basic and put directly in SF. Some other guy one night told me he had been SF, wearing black uniforms on secret missions. I asked him which SF group he had been in and he gave me a dumbfounded look, then said, “Uh…all of them. Yeah, they moved me around to all of them.” I had a guy walk up to me in a restaurant and tell me he was SF in Iraq. Then he didn’t know what an ODA was. I had the misfortune of meeting a former SF “PTSD counselor” who was suffering horribly from all his wartime trauma. Turned out he had never served in combat. He altered his DD-214 to make it appear as if he was an Iraq and Afghanistan vet, a Silver Star winner who had been wounded overseas. The actual disorder he suffers from is known medically as “being a lying sack of crap”.

What the hell is wrong with these people? Why do they feel this need to make up stories about nonexistent wartime service, when honorable peacetime service is more than enough to be proud of? And why the hell do they have to spout their ridiculous crap to real soldiers who actually know some truth about war?

Now I’m asking myself if I did the right thing. I once loudly confronted another notorious poser when I ran across him working at a local store. So should I have blown up at this old man in front of all those parents and kids, and let them all know who he really was?

And what should I do about this guy now?

Chris

p.s. I didn’t post his picture and military record because his address can be found on the internet, which then lets everyone know what city and neighborhood I live in.

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