WHAT ARE FAIR AND REASONABLE COMMUNICATIONS
I WAS JUST THERE IN VIETNAM LAST NIGHT
PTSD DISCRIMINATION
MORE CLEAR EVIDENCE
WHAT SOME LAW PROFESSIONALS SAY ABOUT JACK'S DISCRIMINATION CASE
SUPERIOR COURT TRANSCRIPT GOES MISSING BEFORE IT COULD BE TYPED AND RELEASED
LAW FIRM'S BEST DEFENSE IN THE APPELLATE DIVISION OF SUPERIOR COURT
I WAS JUST THERE IN VIETNAM LAST NIGHT
PTSD STIGMA
VIETNAM VETS ARE GETTING THEIR PRIDE BACK
POST TRAUMATC STRESS DISORDER (PTSD)
FEDERAL DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE FORCES PTSD VET TO CONTINUE TO DEAL WITH NJ CORRUPTION
WHO IS JACK CUNNINGHAM
HELP FOR PTSD
SURRENDER WAS NOT AN OPTION
AMERICAN JUSTICE
UNDISPUTED FACTS
CIVIL RIGHTS: Equal Protection of the Laws
WHAT IS POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER (PTSD)
PARTNERS

 

The Office of Attorney Ethics is caught protecting the law firms of lawyer committee members from legal malpractice.     http://www.americans-working-together.com/attorney_ethics/id50.html

 


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NEWSPAPER  ARTICLE  ON  WEBMASTER  AND  VIETNAM  VETERAN  JACK  CUNNINGHAM  AND  HIS  U.S.  MARINE  BUDDY  GEORGE  DROS.
 
 
 
 
~ WATCH YOUR ASS, MARINE! ~
 
 
TODAY'S  BRAVE  AND  HONORABLE  MILITARY  IS  TOMORROW'S  VETERANS
 
Is it fair that the Federal and State's Governments turn their backs on Veterans, when they ask for Equal Rights... 

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The state office in New Jersey, who investigates corrupt attorneys, is the New Jersey State's Office of Attorney Ethics.  My case actually deals with Legal Malpractice with a Vice-Chairman of New Jersey's Attorney Ethics...   There is a major Conflict of Interest and Cover-Up.    There is plenty of evidence at the link next to my name.

 

----- Original Message -----
Sent: Thursday, August 04, 2005 9:28 AM
Subject:   I Was There Last Night

Captures it all.

S/F,

Bill

Heavy reading. Rings a lot of bells

Chuck

A couple of years ago someone asked me if I still thought about Vietnam.  I nearly laughed in their face.   How do you stop thinking about it?  Every day for the last twenty-four years, I wake up with it, and go to bed with it.  But this is what I said.  "Yea, I think about it. I can't quit thinking about it.  I never will.  But, I've also learned to live with it.   I'm comfortable with the memories.   I've learned to stop trying to forget and learned instead to embrace it.   It just doesn't scare me anymore."

A psychologist once told me that NOT being affected by the experience over there would be abnormal.   When he told me that, it was like he'd just given me a pardon.   It was as if he said, "Go ahead and feel something about the place, Bob.   It ain't going nowhere.   You're gonna wear it for the rest of your life.   Might as well get to know it."

A lot of my "brothers" haven't been so lucky.  For them the memories are too painful, their sense of loss too great.  My sister told me of a friend she has whose husband was in the Nam.  She asks this guy when he was there.  Here's what he said, "Just last night."  It took my sister a while to figure out what he was talking about.  JUST LAST NIGHT.   Yeah I was in the Nam.   When?   JUST LAST NIGHT.   During sex with my wife.  And on my way to work this morning. Over my lunch hour.  Yeah, I was there.

My sister says I'm not the same brother that went to Vietnam.  My wife says I won't let people get close to me, not even her.  They are probably both right.

Ask a vet about making friends in Nam.   It was risky.  Why?   Because we were in the business of death, and death was with us all the time.  It wasn't the death of, "If I die before I wake."  This was the real thing.   The kind where boys scream for their mothers.   The kind that lingers in your mind and becomes more real each time you cheat it.   You don't want to make a lot of friends when the possibility of dying is that real, that close.   When you do, friends become a liability.

A guy named Bob Flanigan was my friend.   Bob Flanigan is dead.   I put him in a body bag one sunny day, April 29, 1969.  We'd been talking, only a few minutes before he was shot, about what we were going to do when we got back in the world.   Now, this was a guy who had come in country the same time as myself.   A guy who was loveable and generous.   He had blue eyes and sandy blond hair.  

When he talked, it was with a soft drawl.  Flanigan was a hick and he knew it.  That was part of his charm.   He didn't care.   Man, I loved this guy like the brother I never had.   But, I screwed up.   I got too close to him.   Maybe I didn't know any better.   But I broke one of the unwritten rules of war.

DON'T GET CLOSE TO PEOPLE WHO ARE GOING TO DIE.   Sometimes you can't help it.

You hear vets use the term "buddy" when they refer to a guy they spent the war with.  "Me and this buddy a mine . ."
 
"Friend" sounds too intimate, doesn't it.  "Friend" calls up images of being close.   If he's a friend, then you are going to be hurt if he dies, and war hurts enough without adding to the pain.   Get close; get hurt.   It's as simple as that.

In war you learn to keep people at that distance my wife talks about.   You become so good at it, that twenty years after the war, you still do it without thinking.   You won't allow yourself to be vulnerable again.

My wife knows two people who can get into the soft spots inside me.   My daughters.   I know it probably bothers her that they can do this.   It's not that I don't love my wife, I do.   She's put up with a lot from me.   She'll tell you that when she signed on for better or worse she had no idea there was going to be so much of the latter.   But with my daughters it's different.

My girls are mine.   They'll always be my kids.   Not marriage, not distance, not even death can change that.   They are something on this earth that can never be taken away from me.   I belong to them.   Nothing can change that.

I can have an ex-wife; but my girls can never have an ex-father.   There's the difference.

I can still see the faces, though they all seem to have the same eyes.  When I think of us I always see a line of "dirty grunts" sitting on a paddy dike.   We're caught in the first gray silver between darkness and light.   That first moment when we know we've survived another night, and the business of staying alive for one more day is about to begin.   There was so much hope in that brief space of time.   It's what we used to pray for.  "One more day, God.   One more day."

And I can hear our conversatioins as if they'd only just been spoken.  I still hear the way we sounded, the  hard cynical jokes, our morbid senses of humor.   We were scared to death of dying, and trying our best not to show it.

I recall the smells, too.   Like the way cordite hangs on the air after a fire-fight.   Or the pungent odor of rice paddy mud.   So different from the black dirt of Iowa.   The mud of Nam smells ancient, somehow.   Like it's always been there.   And I'll never forget the way blood smells, stick and drying on my hands.   I spent a long night that way once.   That memory isn't going anywhere.  

I remember how the night jungle appears almost dream like as the pilot of a Cessna buzzes overhead, dropping parachute flares until morning.  That artifical sun would flicker and make shadows run through the jungle.  It was worse than not being able to see what was out there sometimes.   I remember once looking at the man next to me as a flare floated overhead.  The shadows around his eyes were so deep that it looked like his eyes were gone.  I reached over and touched him on the arm;  without looking at me he touched my hand.  "I know man.   I know."   That's what he said.   It was a human moment.   Two guys a long way from home and scared sh"tless.

"I know man."  And at that moment he did.

God I loved those guys.  I hurt every time one of them died.   We all did.  Despite our posturing.   Despite our desire to stay disconnected, we couldn't help ourselves.   I know why Tim O'Brien writes his stories.   I know what gives Bruce Weigle the words to create poems so honest I cry at their horrible beauty.   It's love.   Love for those guys we shared the experience with.

We did our jobs like good soldiers, and we tried our best not to become as hard as our surroundings.   We touched each other and said, "I know."   Like a mother holding a child in the middle of a nightmare, "It's going to be all right."   We tried not to lose touch with our humanity.  We tried to walk that line.   To be the good boys our parents had raised and not to give into that unnamed thing we knew was inside us all.  

You want to know what frightening is?   It's a nineteen-year-old-boy who's had a sip of that power over life and death that war gives you.   It's a boy who, despite all the things he's been taught, knows that he likes it.   It's a nineteen-year-old who's just lost a friend, and is angry and scared and, determined that, "Some *@#*s gonna pay."   To this day, the thought of that boy can wake me from a sound sleep and leave me staring at the ceiling.

As I write this, I have a picture in front of me.   It's of two young men.   On their laps are tablets.   One is smoking a cigarette.   Both stare without expression at the camera.   They're writing letters.   Staying in touch with places they would rather be.   Places and people they hope to see again.

The picture shares space in a frame with one of my wife.   She doesn't mind.   She knows she's been included in special company.   She knows I'll always love those guys who shared that part of my life, a part she never can.    And she understands how I feel about the ones I know are out there yet.   The ones who still answer the question,   "When were you in Vietnam?"

"Hey, man.  I was there just last night."

 

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http://home.earthlink.net/~dearvietnamveteran

http://home.earthlink.net/~ducducvietnamfriends/an_unknown_massacre_in_vietnam/index.html

http://home.earthlink.net/~memorial_of_honor

GREAT  PTSD  ARTICLE:   http://home.earthlink.net/~ptsd_discrimination/id8.html

Some Vietnam experiences of a CAP Marine.    http://www.CapVeterans.com

http://home.earthlink.net/~proudcapmarine/proud-honorable-vietnam-veterans/

WENT TO SEE THE BIG BLACK WALL TODAY

GOD BLESS AMERICA TONIGHT
(turn on your speakers)

http://home.earthlink.net/~vettz_band_site/godblessamericatonight/

Eric Horner's song "WELCOME HOME"
Lee Greenwood as a guest singer
(turn on your speakers)

http://home.earthlink.net/~eric_horner_site/welcome_home/


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NEWSPAPER  ARTICLE  ON  WEBMASTER  AND  VIETNAM  VETERAN  JACK  CUNNINGHAM  AND  HIS  U.S.  MARINE  BUDDY  GEORGE  DROS.
 
 
 
 
~ WATCH YOUR ASS, MARINE! ~
 
 

The Office of Attorney Ethics is caught protecting the law firms of lawyer committee members from legal malpractice.     http://www.americans-working-together.com/attorney_ethics/id50.html

 
 
 A High Level Federal Government Official Admits to Perjury, which violates a disabled veteran's civil right to Due Process.  Please press the below link for the details. 
 
 
New Jersey Vice-Chairman of Attorney Ethics Robert Correale, Esq, his Law Firm, MAYNARD & TRULAND and their state government supporters participated in what can only be described as deplorable malfeasance.
 

Please  Press  Here  To  Learn  Details  About  Who  Is  Jack Cunningham.

 
 
Freshman U.S. Senator Robert Menendez Fights State Corruption And Supports A Disabled Veteran's Civil Rights.    Senator Frank R. Lautenberg supports a PTSD disabled veteran's request for United States Attorney General Gonzales to investigation the same state corruption and Civil Rights Issue.
 
      It's been almost a six year battle, but I might be finally getting my Due Process.   I pray that U.S. Attorney General Gonzales opens up an investigation.   Six years is a long time for a veteran to battle for something that every American has as a Civil Right.  
          Jack Cunningham    http://www.CapVeterans.com

UPDATE  LETTERS:    http://www.americans-working-together.com/attorney_ethics/id22.html

 
 
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PLEASE  PRESS  THE  ABOVE  PICTURE  FOR  AN  UPDATE  ON  THE  MARINE.
 
 

PRESS  THE  LINK  TO  LEARN  THE  UNDISPUTED  FACTS
 
 
 
TODAY'S  BRAVE  AND  HONORABLE  MILITARY  IS  TOMORROW'S  VETERANS
 
Why don't some politicians and government officials think PTSD is a real disability?
 
 
PTSD is called a disability for a reason.
Whether intentional or not...   For a government agency or government official to exacerbate and/or take advantage of the disability of honorable veterans is a disgrace and should be a crime.
 
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WITH  THE  HELP  OF  INTERNET  SUPPORTERS,
Jack Cunningham,
a  PTSD  Disabled  Vet  Takes  On  New  Jersey's  Office  Of  Attorney  Ethics'  Corruption...
 
The corruption starts at the top of New Jersey's Government.   Learn the corruption behind the five (5) year battle of an honorable, disabled veteran.        See the evidence at:    http://www.americans-working-together.com/id107.html
 
TODAY'S  BRAVE  AND  HONORABLE  MILITARY  IS  TOMORROW'S  VETERANS
 
Is it fair that the Federal and State's Governments turn their backs on Veterans, when they ask for Equal Rights... 

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The state office in New Jersey, who investigates corrupt attorneys, is the New Jersey State's Office of Attorney Ethics.  My case actually deals with Legal Malpractice with a Vice-Chairman of New Jersey's Attorney Ethics...   There is a major Conflict of Interest and Cover-Up.    There is plenty of evidence at the link next to my name.
The American Military aims to remove the stigma from seeking therapy for post-combat stress.
(Story at the below link.)
  
PTSD has the real STIGMA.   Sadly, many Americans still have the image of Rambo in their minds, when it comes to PTSD Veterans...
 
This image must be replaced with the Truth...         My future PTSD Discimination case against the State Of New Jersey will be a great start for the federal government to remove the PTSD stigma.
 
 
 

SURRENDER  WAS  NEVER  AN  OPTION
Some Detail Vietnam War Experiences of Jack Cunningham, who this website and Law Firm complaints are about.
 
 

 
 
If politicians;  and state and federal government officials are giving Lip-Service to vets, the military, their families and their friends during times of war, what are they giving non-veterans on a day-to-day basis."     http://home.earthlink.net/~americans_who_lived_as_peasants/id18.html
 
 
 

"The willingness with which our young people are likely to serve in any war, no matter how justified, shall be directly proportional to how they perceive the Veterans of earlier wars were treated and appreciated by their nation!"  --  George Washington

"A man good enough to shed his blood for his country, is good enough to receive a square deal afterwards  .  .  ."  --  Theodore Roosevelt
 
 

The source of the below piece is from  PBS'  FRONTLINE  PTSD Story at:   http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/heart/lucey/.

What War Crimes have to do with PTSD, I do not know.  I feel that PBS Management has tried to use a two edged sword here.  One edge is to describe PTSD and the other edge of the sword...    Introduce American Iraq War Crimes in Iraq.     Learn more at:    http://home.earthlink.net/~american_families/id17.html

If you are an attorney, who is willing to help Jack Cunningham as PRO BONO, please contract him.
 

The United States Military taught us many things,
but never taught us how to give-up and quit.

 

 
 

To see the evidence of the above discrimination, please press this link:    http://home.earthlink.net/~new_jersey_attorney_ethics 
 
 
To read Jack Cunningham's Vietnam War Experiences, Please Press This Link:     http://www.CapVeterans.com 
 
 
 
 

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