He was yelling about he's not going to the hospital, they take away your smokes, I didn't throw my tray, it was that fa&&ot nurse, I saw him f#$%ing this old man in the bathroom, I ain't going nowhere, get your hands off me, etc.

He took a swing at my partner.  My partner was a black female today and he was black, he's calling her a black bitch and swinging his half a leg at her and trying to take a swing with a fist at her and I'm like Hey, no hitting the girls, but he wouldn't let up on her.  

So we strapped him down and hauled his ass off to the circus and that's that for him.  He says to me, How can you live with yourself, what you do to people.  You like to fuck with old people, don't you.  Yeah, listen to you laugh, you don't care.

Blah.

I was looking forward to talking to him about Korea and buying him a pepsi on the way but he decided to take the low road so that's how it went.

We had a guy a few years ago having a PTSD event in the front yard. He was on his belly drying to dig hasty positions in the snow and hollering for guys who are probably all dead now.

He was convinced that we were North Koreans and that the ER was a PW camp. By the end he was alternating between yelling curses and Name, Rank, and serial number.

I used to bring in a guy every couple of weeks who ate nothing and drank at least 40 - 50 cans of coors silver bullet each day.  

sometimes he was abusive, other times very quiet.
the more i took him to the hospital, the better I got to know him, and we started to talk about Vietnam.  

turns out he was a platoon sgt who's job it was to go into suspected VC villages, and kill every man, woman and child there, no exceptions,  he said one time he saw a kid in diapers running towards them before the granade in his diapers went off.

man, if i had to deal with those memories, I'd stay drunk 24x7 too.

he has since died of liver failure.

I treated an older gentleman a few years back who fell out of bed and hit his head.  His wife called us.  He went to the closet and grabbed and old helmet with a big hole in the top.  He said Sonny if them german bastards couldnt dent this mug in 44 then that night stand aint got a chance in hell.  He didnt want to go to the hospital he just wanted to go back to bed

Quoted: he said one time he saw a kid in diapers running towards them before the granade in his diapers went off.

The VC were never big on diapers.

He was probably drinking because he was nuts.

He should have been Baker Acted way before the cops got there. I started work in the late 70's with Korean war vets, all with missing fingers and missing toes, guys who told unbelievable stories, with the missing digits guys who moved faster than me and were much "handier" than I will ever be, older guys who looked at me and helped me as if I was a dumb little brother stuck on a project. Valuable life lessons were taught through alcohol breath. Sadly a lot of them were alcoholics. My first day at work in 1977 I was paired up with an old timer who had Tourettes (uncontrolable cursing and fidgeting) I did not know it and everyone was watching me and my reaction when I found out it was a practical joke played on all the new guys and I was being watched and laughed at.