that's really fucked up. I had a friend at an old job that had to retire early because of a broken back in Iraq too. Same level of neglect.
I was pretty brainwashed thinking I'd go into the service too and had a dream the summer before starting undergrad. The dream planted the seed of doubt. Ended up dropping my ROTC scholarship and noped the fuck out.
I'm reminded of this poem from WWI by Wilfred Owen
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est