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We’ve been fine for a couple of days, he finally got out of his little funk for the most part, then yesterday he was back at it. Instead of talking back, I just walked outside. Gave him his space. A few minutes later he came out to smoke a cig and just started talkin.. He was talkin about the…
One of the ladies at work helps out at the VA and talks about it sometimes. Have you tried talking to the veterans resources places? I googled around and it seems like there’s a lot of stuff. Even like employment things too, idk if they know about more military-friendly jobs? Maybe you could find a support group/just some plain out local Marine dudes for him to hang out with/talk to sometimes. It kinda sounds like he was steeped in Marine/military/etc culture like, all the time, and then just sorta went to having none of it and I can see where that’d be hard for him.
(Did you guys know I worry-Google things for my friends sometimes? Yeah. Thing I do.)
tried talking to the veterans resources places?...googled around and it seems like...