VIETNAM MARIJUANA IRAQ

Although the modern medical marijuana movement began in San Francisco in
response to the AIDS epidemic, it could have taken off in the early '70s
when wounded Vietnam vets began smoking the herb openly in the VA
hospitals. When I got wind of this phenomenon (you could smell mj on the
spinal-injury wards) I did not understand its implications. I knew that
marijuana would help ward off despair, but not that it eased pain and
spasticity. I didn't really get it. I thought the way to help and protect
the vets was to not publicize their use of marijuana.

And the aspect of the story that I did get -how many rank-and-file GIs had
decided for themselves that the US goal in Vietnam wasn't worth the loss of
life and limb- I couldn't get across. The Rambo rewrite wiped out the
historical reality almost completely, and there I was on the street with a
leaflet, impotent as a Holy Roller. By 1991, when George Bush the First
was declaring victory in his Gulf War, his climactic phrase was "At last we
have put to rest the Vietnam syndrome." By which he meant the spectre of
soldiers not fighting, the ultimate ruling-class nightmare.

John Kerry and the vets who have come out to support him are setting the
record straight about the extent to which GIs in Vietnam were anti-war. The
Bush ad campaign will spend countless millions to re-impose the phony Rambo
version.

If anybody needs cannabis-based medicine, it's the thousands of soldiers
who've been seriously wounded in Iraq. An article by Sara Corbett in the
2/15 NY Times Sunday Magazine depicted a few of them. Cannabis would help
in treating every condition she described -insomnia rage, pain, PTSD,
looming alcoholism...

"Robert Shrode can't sleep... Before the war, he could have six beers and
sleep like a baby, but now that works against him. Drinking may help get
his head to the pillow, but it also ratchets up the nightmares... He pops
Ambien to coax some sleep. The results are mixed. On the advice of his
doctors, he is taking three different pills for pain, a pill for swelling
and another pill for depression....

Shrode and his buddy Bricklin "say they have frequent nightmares. And then
there's something less tangible, a visceral undercurrent of anger that
makes them walk around feeling ready to explode. 'I can go from being
happy-go-lucky and joking to having someone's throat in my hand, like
that,' Bricklin says, snapping his fingers. Shrode nods. 'My fuse is
short," he says. 'It's real short.'"

"The discomfort [of the one-armed man] feels irresolvable. "'Somebody
stares at it, I get mad at them," Shrode says. "Somebody looks away, and I
get mad at that.'"

"One day, as Shrode was walking down a hospital hallway, a civilian passing
by happened to toss out an innocent 'Howyadoin,' which somehow, in that
moment, became the last straw. 'Ninety-nine percent of the time, I tell
them what they want to hear,' Shrode says. But in this instance he couldn't
help blurting out a truth that was becoming more evident each day. 'Buddy,
going to hurt the rest of my life.'"

Soldiers applying for a medical discharge go before the Army Physical
Evaluation Board. Their disability pay depends on a rating from the
Department of Veterans Affairs. A 100 percent disability qualifies a
soldier for $2,239/month. "An amputated arm generally gets you a 60 to 90
percent disability rating," according to Corbett.

"For every broken body in this room, there are hundreds more confined to
hospital beds across the country and hundreds more again who, by choice or
by circumstance, are gutting out the effects of their injuries without the
help of peers or mental-health counselors... Thanks to the lifesaving
properties of body armor and largely impenetrable Kevlar helmets, combined
with highly advanced battlefield medicine, more soldiers are surviving
explosions and gunfire than in previous wars. The downside of this is that
the injury rate in Iraq is high: an average of nine soldiers have been
injured per day. The pace shows little sign of slowing, which means it's
possible we will bring home another 1,500 wounded before the start of summer.

"The government's reports on the wounded can be confusing. In early
February, the Department of Defense web site listed 2,600 soldiers as
wounded in action in Iraq and another 403 as injured in 'nonhostile'
incidents like helicopter or motor-vehicle accidents. Meanwhile, the Army
Surgeon General's office said that only 804 soldiers have been evacuated
with battle wounds and that over 2,800 have been injured accidentally. In
addition, the Surgeon General's office reported that another 5,184 soldiers
have been evacuated from the theater for other medical reasons, which could
include anything from kidney stones to nervous breakdowns. To date, 569 of
these have qualified as psychiatric casualties."

"Although many of the soldiers who attend the support group at Fort
Campbell have escaped enemy fire, their injuries reflect the full spectrum
of what can go wrong during war: Sgt. Jenni McKinley had her right hand
crushed when her Humvee blew a tire and flipped over on a sandy road
outside of Baghdad. Chief Warrant Officers Emanuel Pierre and Stuart
Contant were pilots whose Apache helicopter reportedly malfunctioned and
then crashed in Afghanistan, requiring them to spend months in the hospital
and to endure multiple operations. There is a medic who is physically
uninjured but tormented to the point of agony by memories of treating his
wounded and dying colleagues. And then there is a quiet young private who
comes because her hair is falling out and her fingers are numb and nobody
seems able to tell her why...

"It was pure desperation that led McKinley to the support group, which she
learned about through her occupational therapist at Fort Campbell's
hospital. The sessions also gave her the courage to see a therapist, who
prescribed Clonazepam for her anxiety and Lexapro, an antidepressant. On
her third visit to the group, she managed to sputter out the story of the
dead marine before breaking down in tears."

Wounded soldiers who still hope to continue their military careers resist
asking for antidepressants to protect their chances of promotion. "Patient
privacy laws apply only loosely in the military," Corbett notes, "where
commanders have access to a soldier's medical history, including what goes
on in counseling sessions."

A soldier named Gilbert "was hoping to stay in the Army for a few more
years after he recovered, but worried that if he 'toughed it out' for a
while, the fact that he was able to perform his duties (though in pain)
would lower his disability rating when he did leave the service -a
difference of potentially thousands of dollars. And as it often does,
fatherhood also rearranged his priorities. While earlier he was eager to
get well so he could be redeployed to the Middle East, he announced to the
support group in December that he'd changed his mind. 'I'm not going back
there,' he said, imagining a conversation with some higher-up in the Army.
"I'm not going to die for you.'"

"Caleb Nall, a blue-eyed 23-year-old corporal from Louisiana, was
recovering after being hit in the back by a rocket-propelled grenade. His
torso had been severely burned; a gaping shrapnel wound had hollowed out
part of his pelvis, and his left leg had been damaged. The explosion left
him about 70 percent deaf in one ear...

"When it came time for the group's next meeting, Nall showed up. He wore a
pile jacket and a pair of jeans, his wounds hidden well away but his anger
fully exposed. After a visiting V.A. representative started to natter on
about how soldiers needed medical evidence and a formal diagnosis of
post-traumatic stress disorder to receive relevant disability payments,
Nall jumped in. 'Would you say waking up with the sound of a mortar round
going off next to your head counts?' he asked, the bitterness thinly
wrapped in his Louisiana drawl. 'Jumping six inches off your bed?'

"After the V.A. rep left, Nall turned to the group at large. 'Anyone else
here having sleep problems?' he asked.

"Brent Bricklin raised his hand. So did Jeremy Gilbert and Jenni McKinley
and Robert Shrode, as well as four of the five other soldiers who had come
that day. Everybody but Nall burst out laughing. '

"'Is there something else they did for you?' he continued, perplexed. 'I'm
on morphine, Percocet, Elavil...'

"'I did Vicodin and Benadryl, but they counteract each other,' offered a
soldier across the room.

"'Have you tried drinking?' asked another.

"Nall nodded earnestly. 'I take two Percocets and drink two six packs of
beer, and I still can't sleep.'

"This set off a voluble round of pharmaceutical recipe-swapping. Injured
soldiers, I have learned, are nothing if not experts on painkillers and
sleep aids. And yet little seems truly to work. A few complain that their
antidepressants cause them to sleep all the time; more -like Nall-report
that they sit up half the night in a drugged daze, waiting for sleep to
come..."

"Earlier in the fall, Gilbert, who is studying to apply for a physician's
assistant degree and can be aptly professorial, cautioned everyone about
Percocet. 'They say it's as addictive as heroin,' he said. Having recently
replaced Percocet with controlled-release OxyContin, Gilbert admitted to
having a 'serious physical dependence' on it, developing a crushing
headache every time he tried to skip a dose. 'It gets to where you'll kill
somebody because you need that fix,' he joked.

" 'I'm strung out on Demerol all the time,' Jenni McKinley piped up. 'I
know it's time to take my meds when I start screaming at my kids for little
things.'

"She added, 'My doctors are talking about switching me to methadone.'

"Gilbert laughed. 'Mine said the same thing.'"