Before I get into the many good reasons why I have started the project to create a credit union for veterans, permit me to reveal something about myself. Some questions, at least, need not go unanswered.
I have been a patient of a VA facility just once. In 1986 I self-admitted and ever since have been questing for justice, so to speak, on a number of issues pertaining to my health and social dilemmas where my military service is concerned. It took nearly 28 years for me to prevail with the VA, but when the bureaucracy finally got around to investigating some parts of my claim, all my telling of the facts was corroborated by their findings, right down to the names of girlfriends of my guys killed in Vietnam, their hometowns and names of siblings and parents, not to mention the exact time and date of a particularly horrific incident in which I sustained my now proved injuries. I was granted a service-connected disability in "less than a federal month," much to the delight and amazement of my county-employee vet advocate, the individual who packaged my claim.
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