One of the many options someone will have after high school is to join the military. The military is a combination of the Army, Marines, Navy, Air Force, and Coast Guard. Each branch has their own Reserves and National Guard. While enlisted in the military, majority of the service members have the option to be deployed overseas, anywhere from Japan to Afghanistan. Unfortunately, some of them don’t make it back. Some of them might also get wounded. That’s where I come into play. I enlisted in the Army right after High School. I was in the Army for four and a half years. I served in Iraq from June 2004 to June 2005. While I was in Iraq, I was hit by multiple improvised explosive devices or (IED’s). After my tour of Iraq was done, I was stationed at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, Texas to undergo physical therapy and multiple surgeries. In March 2008, I was released from the Army and received a Medical Discharge. With the Army no longer providing my medical needs, I had to rely on the Department of Veterans Affairs, or (VA).
After a couple years of going back and forth to appointments that used to be almost weekly; I never once thought about other people’s opinions, or what the doctors think about what the VA has to offer and what their purpose is. So on a normal appointment, I got there early just to see how people act and kind of eavesdrop on some of their conversations. I also had the opportunity to talk to my doctor and ask him what his whole perspective is on the VA.
Last Friday I had an appointment at the VA. It was just a normal appointment, nothing special. All I expected the doctor to do is just ask me how I was doing and I would be done and go home. But instead I got to my appointment a little earlier than usual just to watch people and how they react.
As soon as I walk in the door, I see an elder couple sitting down directly across from where the doors are. When I opened the door to go inside, both of them look up at me. I wanted to yell out “surprise!” to see what they would do, but I didn’t have the nerve to do it.
Just when you walk in, to the right, there is a “please wait to be called sign”. There was no one in line, but I notice both of the people that worked at the front desk were on the phone. Only a couple seconds go by and I was called up to the desk.
“Your last name and who’s your appointment with sir?” Said the lady at the front desk.
“Harper, and Dr. Williams.” I said.
“Thank you, please fill out this sheet.” She said.
I filled out the sheet. It asked for my full name, social, and which doctor I am seeing that day. While I was filling the sheet out, I hear “Dr. Williams, your 2 o’clock appointment is here”. I can guarantee that he was looking at his watch and wondering why I was 25 minutes early. I then handed back the sheet to the lady at the front desk and sat down. I sat down right across from the television because I didn’t want to seem too obvious that I wasn’t interested in the television, but rather than everything else that was going on.
As soon I as sat down, the first thing I noticed was the two people at the front desk. It seemed as if the phone was glued to their ears and their mouths would not stop. I then focus my attention on the elder couple. They didn’t talk much; most of it was small talk. I remember the male tell the female that he was hungry, and the female said they can get something after their appointment was over.
Only a couple seconds pass and an older gentleman walks in. he had to do the same procedure that I did. Wait to be called, he was asked what his last name was, who his appointment was with, and asked to fill out the sheet. He then sat down a couple chairs from me.
After that, the elder male was called in to his appointment. His doctor met him and the female right next to the front desk. They all greeted each other, asking how each other was. Then the doctor escorted them to where his appointment was.
Not long after that I see my doctor walk up to the front desk. I see him going through files and then he looks at me. He then calls my name and I walk towards him. He asks me “how are you doing?” I reply with “not too bad”. He then escorts me to his office to begin my appointment.
He asks me the normal questions about how I feel and we’re done in about 10-15 minutes. Just as we’re about to leave, I ask him,
“Why did you choose to work at the VA rather than a normal hospital?”
He says, “This is what I love to do, help out veterans.”
I asked, “Do you have any family that was in the military?”
He says, “I retired from the Army, I have a few cousins that served, and my son is currently in the Air Force right now.”
I was amazed at what he told me. First of all, some of the doctors that are younger and work at the VA are still in school, and they don’t have any direct ties to family in the military. They might have friends that are currently serving, but no immediate family like my doctor has. In a way, my doctor and I formed a bond because we can both relate to each other. My family has a long history with the military. Everyone from my grandpa, uncles, and cousins has served in the military.