This is so sad.

McLeod, 41, worked in textile and steel mills in rural South Carolina before deploying. Now he takes 23 pills a day, prescribed by various doctors at Walter Reed. Crowds frighten him. He is too anxious to drive. When panic strikes, a soldier friend named Oscar takes him to Baskin-Robbins for vanilla ice cream.

“They find ways to soothe each other,” Annette says.

Mostly what the soldiers do together is wait: for appointments, evaluations, signatures and lost paperwork to be found. It’s like another wife told Annette McLeod: “If Iraq don’t kill you, Walter Reed will.”

I’m tired of Republicans talking about Democrats “not supporting the troops.”

Hypocrites.