The End Draws Nigh
I received an unexpected but VERY welcome phone call today from a nurse/case manager at Army Reserve Health Readiness. Long story short, I now have a P3 profile, which means I can't run anymore, and must do the 2.5 mile walk for PT tests. This automatically raises the question, "Do you want to stay in the Army, or do you want a Medical Evaluation Board?"
"The MEB, please," I said.
The reason is this. If I argue at the MEB that all my injuries and my COPD are service-related (which they are), I can be medically *retired* rather than just medically discharged. A medical retirement means I keep all my military benefits until I die. I also get to take all that paperwork to the V.A. and say, "Give my my pension."
So it's official. I am too broken to be in the Army. My Annual Training next month will be my last hurrah. I'll go to drill except for when I don't want to.
Get me out of this.
"The MEB, please," I said.
The reason is this. If I argue at the MEB that all my injuries and my COPD are service-related (which they are), I can be medically *retired* rather than just medically discharged. A medical retirement means I keep all my military benefits until I die. I also get to take all that paperwork to the V.A. and say, "Give my my pension."
So it's official. I am too broken to be in the Army. My Annual Training next month will be my last hurrah. I'll go to drill except for when I don't want to.
Get me out of this.