It will take pragmatic acceptance of new paradigms that will support the natural evolution of new mental health care solutions for combat related psychological trauma and reintegration efforts. Some of these new ideas include processes that more clearly adopt the indispensable notion of, "If for us then by us". The most relevant navigators for any successful VA process have worn the uniform before and therefore intrinsically understand mental health delivery effectivenes and difficulties within the VA bureaucracy which cloud its immediacy and urgency. This focused notion demands manifestation.

The "SCOOT CAMP" Process.

...it's been a helluva ten days," I thought. "I didn't think they would do that...and follow through...Jennifer and the kids are going to be there"? The smell of diesel is in the air. The transport glides through a bit of country. "Reminiscent of Baghdad," I thought. "So I stayed for the staging prep and now SCOOT CAMP...I hope it works"...and what's with the diesel...damn!" Dust is piling up on the glass."Like the transport and the last convoy." I thought." I've heard war stories about all kinds of disabilities...I have dreams, but I'm not sick!...hell!...I just want to go home!...how can they help me anyway?" The bus stops. "Oh shit!", I thought, "not again!"...loud voices break the silence. "A roadblock...damn!."
Some shouting in the distance. I strain to see out of the stained window. Others clamber out of their  seats. Some scuffling at the door. Then it opens. "Hold on to your pantyhose girls! Just an IED check" said a MP sweating under his gear."Sit down. You know the drill." He said. "Oh well, I'll be out of the shit soon." I thought. "We're almost there. Then a flight Germany and then camp." I leaned back against the window and waited.
  
My head banged up agaist the window. The transport was moving again. "I must have dozed  off," I hought. " No more stops please!...let's get this show on the road." I was getting impatient. "The Prep staging two days did open my eyes. I guess it'ill be good for me." I thought. I looked around. The transport was full. "Hmmm, a couple of ladies..I wonder what got them here?"

Thoughts raced. I felt excited about going home and out of the dust and heat. "No more combat gear. Hoo ra!" I tought.
There was the tarmac. The transport jolted over the speed bumps. I strained to see what was waiting there for us. "Hmm, no plane. Then, in the distance was a Continental aircraft. I wonered if that was for us.

We came to a stop. "O.K., I bet it's security" I thought.

To be continued.

EXECUTIVE SUMMARY

Vision Statement

We envision a future when everyone with a mental illness will recover, a future when mental illnesses can be prevented or cured, a future when mental illnesses are detected early, and a future when everyone with a mental illness at any stage of life has access to effective treatment and supports - essentials for living, working, learning, and participating fully in the community.
http://www.mentalhealthcommission.gov/