So for the past week I have been on a service trip, helping veterans on a farm as a form of rehabilitation. It has been hard work but its also been super humbling. From a young age I have always resonated with the armed forces. I had been taught to respect and help them when needed. They were idols in my eyes, people to look up to and to aspire to be. I'm older now but they are not any less the hero in my eyes. Of course you have the outliers and the Governments ideals woven into the fabric of the army but when it comes down to the people who are actually on the line, they will always have my respect. After working closely with the veterans on the farm this week I have gotten to understand more of the struggles these vets have returning home and the limited options they have to get help. It has really resonated with me, I want to do as much as I can to help make a change in order to get a variety of programs.
I understand to a certain degree about not having many options to get help and how little these programs do in order to help patients. My mother being an alcoholic has shown me how bad these programs are and how little is done to try and change them for them better.
