Like an ocean wave that rises, crests, and falls only to rise again, the wind whips down Vermont Avenue.
Feeling the concrete cold that has shivered into my bones and body overnight, I slide out of the sleeping bag, stretch, light a cigarette and look around.
Around me are 15 other veterans who are holding a vigil outside of the Department of Veterans Affairs at 810 Vermont Avenue in Washington DC
Three weeks ago several veterans, Frosty, Barry, Bill and Ed, tried to talk to someone in the building about the degradation of veterans benefits. They were met by a bureaucrat who assured them that someone would be right down to talk to them.
When several hours went by with no spokesman from the VA appearing, the four veterans decided to set down and wait.
They’re still waiting and eleven more veterans have joined them. I’m with them to get the shots and the story.
You can help by re-posting this blog anywhere and everywhere you can.
And you won’t have to feel the concrete cold under your skin on an October morning in Washington D.C.
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