All of you and myself are dead. It just hasn't happened yet. And as previously stated, there isn't shit you can do about it. Disease, barfight, vehicle accident, drugs, falling in a sinkhole...who gives a fuck? I smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol, ride motorcycles, and do half a dozen things I shouldn't, and I'll keep doing them. Healthy is a fucking joke. Who the hell wants to be 98 years old and laying in bed dying of nothing?
Let's see if I'm here tomorrow.
And as far as treatment of any sort for vets, the U.S. Congress needs taken out and shot. Unless any of you run the show the best you can do is treat the vet like a human being, not like a contagious basket case to keep at arm's length.