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My name is Bill.
I was in the Marine Corps.
Went in '67 and got out in July 30, of '70.
I was in the infantry over there in Vietnam.
I went home and, we wasn't treated too good.
I just couldn't go outside.
You hear on the news all the protests, and how we're baby
killers, and all that there.
And nobody was supporting us.
Crowds, I hated crowds.
I'd get in a big crowd or something, I'd go to the
bathroom to throw up or something.
I kept thinking about Vietnam, but I was
afraid to tell somebody.
I just felt guilty because I didn't get
wounded or die over there.
Still today I think about stuff.
Every day, it bothers me.
I have nightmares and that there.
I sleep by myself downstairs.
A lot of times I cry, because of the stuff that--
I feel guilty.
A friend of mine, she works for the VA.
And she kept bugging me and bugging me to go.
So finally I gave in.
I started going there in 2007.
I was afraid to open up.
I kept everything to myself.
I go there, and the people there, they just--
I finally got some stuff out.
I kept talking.
I was just talking to a psychiatrist, one on one.
I tell him all my problems [INAUDIBLE].
And he understands.
He understands us.
Then when I go to Vet Center, it's a group with all Vietnam
Veterans, combat vets.
And they all have the same problems that we all have.
We talk.
And we laugh.
And we talk about our problems.
And it helps.
It's like a family.
If you're going to do one more thing in your life, reach out
and go to the Vet Center, and talk to somebody.
Or sign up for the VA because they want to help us.
It's helping.
I'm glad I made that step.