They Fired Me for Admitting a Dying Vet — The Next Morning, the VA Director Was Standing in the ER He came in shivering and barefoot, talking about smoke that wasn’t there. The security guard already had his hand on the radio. I recognized the thousand-yard stare, the stuttered breath, the clenched fists trying not to be fists. I’d seen it in mirrors. Name’s Morales. RN since 2012. Marine before that. I cover third shift because nobody wants it, and because it’s when the ghosts show up. The lobb