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by OPOVV, ©2020

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(Jul. 14, 2020) — “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to ‘The Pulse of the Nation,’ the place to hear it here first. What the heck? Why, isn’t that ‘Zork’ over there, across the street, next to that couch? It is, I’m sure of it. Follow me, crew, and let’s see what’s up. Hey, Zork, what are you doing with the couch?”

“Please, Roving, you must address me as Professor Zorkophskysince we’re not in my office back at the university.”

“Okay, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

“I decided to do a little community service, to put back what I’ve taken out, so to speak. Did you see the sign, ‘MESSED-UP VETS ONLY: FREE PSYCHIATRIC ADVICE’?”

“No, I didn’t. Are you for real? I mean, do you actually expect some Veteran to come waltzing up, lay down and that’s it?”

“And here comes one now. Hello, I’m Professor Zorkophsky and I’m here to help you in whatever way I can.”

“No way. Does that include rent and car payments?”

“No, this is about your mental health.”

“It sure would ease my mind if you would chip in.”

“I’m sorry; my expertise lies in the area of nut cases:  you know, those who have a hard to adjusting to civilian life.”

“Does that include women problems?”

“It could. Why, you got one?”

“Had one; married her then she cheated:  you know, committed adultery, so I left and then she calls me once a week while I’m at work telling me how much fun she’s having every weekend.”

“Golly; she sounds like a monster.”

“A drop-dead gorgeous monster.”

“But it doesn’t end there, does it, soldier?”

“No, we used to go to a little place on weekends to drink and dance; always had a good time. Well, I went there – I guess to wallow and pine – and then she walks in with her new hubby, so I placed my half-full bottle of beer on the bar and left, and that was the last drink I ever had. I figured I had two choices: commit suicide or quit drinking, so I quit drinking and here I am.”

“How long ago was that, soldier?”

“Decades, but I don’t ever think about it.”

“Did she see you?  I mean, did you talk to her in any way, wave?”

“No, I don’t know if she saw me, but I was looking for something positive to get out of the encounter — you know, the shock — and that’s when I decided to quit drinking for real and for good, so I just drove home and have never been to a bar since, I’m proud to say.”

“So you made something positive out of a shocking situation, is that right?”

“Yes, and when I think about leaving the bar that night, you know what? I had the same feeling when I had my last nightmare, my recurring nightmare out of my military experience, when I remember the sound, smell and colors of napalm thudding onto the ground, the black-black cloud of smoke with the orange flickering inside.”

“So the two are related; I mean to say, you seeing your ex-wife and your last dream of napalm?”

“Yes, I believe they are. I think the shock to the brain is a terrible thing, but it’s up to us to put it aside and live life; at least that’s what I think. There’s not a night that goes by that I don’t say a prayer to Jesus to spare me from waking up in the middle of the night scared out of my wits looking for my piece –- gun – and wishing I were dead.”

“You do this every night, each time before you go to sleep? And has it worked?”

“So far. You know, the drugs that the VA prescribes for me, you know, like maybe I have too much of something, cholesterol, nightmares, whatever; there’s no way on God’s green earth that I would take any of them, for how am I to know one of them might trigger another nightmare?”

“That bad?”

“If I knew, for a fact, that I would have a nightmare like I used to have, I would do myself in right here and now; that’s just how devastating and debilitating they are.”

“Did you ever try to talk it out with someone?”

“I tried, but how do you explain something to someone who doesn’t have a clue what you’re going through?”

“I agree, soldier, which is why I advocate you hang around with people like yourself, not to talk about it as much as just hang out. Anyway, I’ve written a number of bestsellers about PTSD, which I’ll give you one; here, take it. Go ahead and take it; it’s free.”

“How do you know so much about it, Doc?”

“Because, believe it or not, I jumped the same hurdles as you: nightmares, drinking, divorce. But there are some women out there – it’s true – who will stand by their man and help them rather than run. Anyway, this session is finished, so I just fold down these handles at the end and presto, I’ve got myself a handcart that looks like a couch. Now, if you’ll just stand up I’ll be on my way.”

“Thanks, Doc.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“And off he goes. Golly, Professor Zorkophsky, that was great, and we filmed the whole scene. Oh, my, will you just look at the time and so, on behalf of the crew and the Professor, this is your Roving Reporter (RR) wishing you all a goodnight: Goodnight.

“Good show. Burger time: my treat.”

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[The VA and pills: to any Veterans out there, and especially those who are suffering from PTSD, before you take any of the pills that they’re pushing, meet with an advocate (the VA has at least one per hospital) to go over the possible side effects of whatever they are prescribing, even if you’ve been taking whatever they have prescribed for years. Just do it; you may be surprised to learn that you don’t need the pills after all. Now wouldn’t that be something?]

[Last bit of advice: I don’t care where you live; don’t leave home without a weapon. These are trying times to be a Christian Veteran who supports the Constitution. This Black Lives Matter nonsense is a Communist/Muslim attempt to overthrow our country, and we better start to take these idiots seriously, because they’re taking us seriously; that’s why they’re attacking our statues, flags and those who they feel are unprotected. Be wise and be safe: the law won’t help* us; we have to help ourselves.]

[*help: that couple in St. Louis called the police and security (who never showed up), so they were forced to take the bull by the horns and protect their dog, home and themselves. Thank God he had a real weapon.]

[Shout-out to AG William Barr: did you know that there’s a couple in St. Louis who could use your help, or doesn’t the Second Amendment mean anything anymore?]

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