For whatever reason my dad had the VA write a standard letter that read:
“The official records of the Department of Veterans Affairs show that [my dad] is permanently and totally disabled for purposes of the VA.“
He was officially diagnosed 100% permanently disabled with PTSD in the early nineties. (I have the official paperwork somewhere.) He also had: diabetes, a condition his doctor attributed to Agent Orange exposure, brought on by the Vietnam War; and neuropathy, a condition attributed to alcoholism, brought on by the Vietnam War. By the time he died he was confined to a wheelchair, had to use a catheter, had a colostomy bag, hadn’t been able to work in over 20 years, and suffered from nightmares and flashbacks, brought on by the Vietnam War.
A doctor also noted in his records that he had aged beyond his years, which is why I don’t think I’ll post pictures of him taken during his last years, allowing him a measure of dignity not always afforded him in life.