Tonight I went with a friend to the Veterans hospital, to visit veterans from the various wars, World War II to our present wars. Veterans are real heroes to me for all the different reasons that most people honor. Veterans know the hell of war and some bear great suffering for all their lives. My friend regularly goes with a group to visit veterans’ particular those in the mental health ward.

I felt like the men and women who suffered injury to brain, usually called post traumatic stress syndrome, are persons I can relate to. Since my son committed suicide last summer I felt even more related to veterans who have suffered an experience they cannot fathom.

Veterans have faced situations of unspeakable suffering, often when they had to kill or be killed.

A young man with a history of mental illnesses but with no help is now standing accused of killing a young woman in a meaningless shooting. This young veteran of the central city committed an unspeakable crime and will suffer from it the rest of his life. In this killing, like those in war, there are two victims, the person killed and the person that did the killing.

Those who train, teach and send young men and women for war, like the politicians and the universities like Marquette, are the guilty ones. The soldiers who kill or be killed are the victims as are those who are killed or kill.

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