Warrant Officer Roger Perrault is a career soldier and a highly-skilled combat engineer. He's also an Afghanistan veteran. He was there about three months. Then Perrault was hit by an IED -- if he wasn't built like a rhino, he would almost certainly have died -- and was shipped back home.
Perreault suffered a cracked tailbone and other damage to his spine, and underwent three surgeries in an Ottawa hospital. After one of the operations, an infection set in, [and] some organs showed signs of shutting down.
So there's chronic pain and permanent physical disability. But that's only part of the picture.
Perhaps the worst of his problems is post-traumatic stress disorder. [...] Interrupted sleep. Nightmares. Flashbacks. Sleep deprived, Perreault has had trouble remembering things told to him just two minutes earlier. [...] But his hair-trigger anger made the disorder impossible to ignore.
And the military takes care of its own, right? One big, loving, caring family?
[A] new system of compensating injured soldiers means Perreault gets not a cent for having post-traumatic stress disorder. His numerous other injuries maxed out allowable payout, leaving several injuries uncompensated. And the money he did get was paid in a lump sum, not in monthly instalments over time.
This wonderful system of compensation means that your compensation is capped -- no matter how injured you are.
So, armchair generals, this is the result of your war. This is the price that we, as a nation, are actually paying, and that we will continue to pay for a generation or more.
But don't worry. A yellow ribbon magnet and a red t-shirt on Fridays will make it all better. I mean, it's a lot easier than actually caring about our soldiers, isn't it?