{"id":13310,"date":"2016-11-09T09:02:17","date_gmt":"2016-11-09T17:02:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/spijue.wpengine.com\/news\/opinion-remembering-uncle-ernie-and-other-veterans-who-need-our-help\/"},"modified":"2016-11-09T09:02:17","modified_gmt":"2016-11-09T17:02:17","slug":"opinion-remembering-uncle-ernie-and-other-veterans-who-need-our-help","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/opinion\/opinion-remembering-uncle-ernie-and-other-veterans-who-need-our-help\/","title":{"rendered":"Opinion: Remembering Uncle Ernie and other veterans who need our help"},"content":{"rendered":"

Four of my grandmother\u2019s brothers served in World War II. Three returned safe and sound: Steve from the Army, Charlie from the Merchant Marine, Jimmy from the Navy.<\/p>\n

And then, there was my mother\u2019s Uncle Ernie.<\/p>\n

He sat on the couch in a white T-shirt, watching TV and smoking cigarettes. His manner was shy, his gaze indirect. I never saw him act angry or even unfriendly, but he was so withdrawn that sometimes, staring at the TV, he seemed catatonic.<\/p>\n

As a child, I was told that Ernie suffered from \u201cshell shock,\u201d an old World War I diagnosis. Ernie\u2019s affliction was likely similar to what we call post-traumatic stress disorder.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve thought about Ernie this fall, as I researched my family history and as Veterans Day approached. We still have far too many veterans returning from combat with debilitating psychological injuries. And, although the diagnoses and treatments have evolved, we offer too little to these men and women.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t patriotic zeal that prompted Ernie to join the Marine Corps in July 1941, four months before Japan attacked Pearl Harbor. It was the Great Depression. The second youngest of nine children, he was unable to find factory work in Passaic, N.J., where his family had moved from Pennsylvania. So, Ernie enrolled in the Civilian Conservation Corps and, after his one-year stint ended, he turned to another public employment program: the military.<\/p>\n

In the summer of 1942, Ernie shipped out to Guadalcanal in the South Pacific – the first major U.S. offensive against the Japanese. The brutal, six-month battle of attrition killed 7,100 Allied troops and wounded thousands.<\/p>\n

Those statistics probably don\u2019t include Pfc. Ernest W. Bush. But by the time he was 23, life as Ernie knew it had ended.<\/p>\n

The family never learned the details. Apparently the Marines sent Ernie back to The States for some R&R. He made it to San Francisco, but, then, on a train back to the East Coast, he \u201ccracked up,\u201d in my mother\u2019s words. He spent time in naval hospitals, was discharged and sent \u201chome to recover,\u201d his older sister Alice wrote in a letter to her son (who was awaiting deployment at Normandy). \u201cSince Grandma can\u2019t handle him,\u201d Alice hosted Ernie at her home in Pennsylvania, where he stared at the kitchen wall, mumbling and smoking four packs of cigarettes a day.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe fear he\u2019ll burn the house down at night,\u201d Alice wrote, \u201cand we\u2019re both afraid of him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eventually, Ernie went to live at a psychiatric hospital in New Jersey. Details are skimpy, but my mother recalls that he underwent repeated electric shock treatments. Some years later, he was released. With both parents dead, his brother Steve took him in.<\/p>\n

The situation was not ideal. While Steve was at work, the neighborhood no-goodniks lured Ernie into card games, and soon his disability payments were gone. So, Steve moved to rural south Jersey, where land was cheap. He bought a little house for himself and his new wife, and another for Ernie across the road. In the summer, Ernie tended the farm stand, where they sold corn and tomatoes. The neighbors looked out for him, making sure he didn\u2019t wander.<\/p>\n

But most of the time, Ernie sat on the couch, smoking cigarettes and watching TV. Or at least staring at the TV: Who knows what was running through his mind? He didn\u2019t tell us. And we didn\u2019t ask. Things could have been worse, but it wasn\u2019t much of a life.<\/p>\n

America is home to all kinds of war veterans. Many are as mentally healthy as the next person. They work, raise children, care for family members and enjoy their retirements, as did my great-uncles Steve and Charlie and Jimmy. But too many veterans suffer as Uncle Ernie did. And too many don\u2019t have a brother like Steve looking out for them.<\/p>\n

How many Ernies live among us? How many veterans are addicted to drugs and alcohol? How many are unable to work, care for themselves or form stable, loving relationships? And what do we have to offer them?<\/p>\n

Surely we can do better.<\/p>\n

Carole Bass is a journalist who lives in New Haven, Connecticut. Ernie Bush died in 1988, less than six weeks after his older brother Steve. She wrote this for the Hartford Courant.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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