Veteran Needs Hepl

I am trying to set up a site for my brother http://www.youtube.com/user/Governementabused and http://home.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user; "Youtube" is ok but I cannot master "Myspace" I got the videos uploaded but cannot get them to the front page. Could someone please help me? I would also appreciate suggestions on how to spread the video as while it asks for help just viewing it can help.

Here is an example of why I am involved "There is one lady at one of the offices who is wheel chaired bound and can only go to the bathroom with the help of two people who lift her into a stall, another where the employee has emphysema and was/ is forced to work in a toxic facility and yet another where a employee is being forced to wait until someone can push him next door to another Agency's building and their bathroom (soiling himself quite
regularly)".

Here is something I received from brother years before most of you were born, but should help you understand why he deserves the help.

The first time I was wounded we were coming up over a berm when I saw a 122 shell sticking up in the ditch and started screaming for my driver to turn. It was too late and the track started settling to earth it seemed it took 10 minutes. I remember looking up and watched the infantry scurry for cover, as usual all the gooks had already disappeared (we figured they knew where the booby traps were placed and would disappear when we would get hit). It was early morning already in the upper seventies but not warm enough for the dew to burn off. You could smell the ox feces being burnt like fire wood, sandalwood incense. A crow was circling the A/O. and I remember the nasty taste from the morning’s C rations when there was huge blast. I had been sitting in the cupola atop the APC and now was king of flat sandy clearing 60 feet away. My glasses were gone as was my vision I could only see three of four inches. There was no noise, no screams, no guns firing nothing. That was when I knew I was dead. Since I did not have to worry about getting hurt, I just sat there. When Bill and another friend Turk tackled me. It scared the shi* out of me. I kept watching them trying to figure whether to be pissed or thankful. They kept moving their mouths but were not making any noise. Doc showed up and since I could not figure what was going was I waiting to move into the light or was I dreaming? He suddenly slapped the shit out of me, threw me an M-14, and wrote me a note to start defending the area before I really was killed. Then I realized the blast had blown out my ears, they eventually recovered.

I was wounded the last time long before you were born, May 10 1971. I see the Vietcong stick grenade spitting smoke and turning end over end; bouncing on top of the APC before bouncing into Doc's lap and detonating; blowing off the top of his head; seriously wounding Tex; penetrating my lower back and kidneys, going from the rear of my right knee exiting through the knee cap and through my right elbow, ring finger, little finger and wrist. I was unable to return fire in the conventional manner. You would be surprised how many lose their bodily functions, but you have to contend with someone in a thousands parts or half their entails dripping off your face. Hold down an 18 year boy who yesterday was horse playing and dreaming of going home and buying his first car. You watch a medic boost (over medicate) a soldier so he will die peacefully. Watch an enemy shot a friend over and over until there is nothing but mush. You go into a river to retrieve a body, the flesh falls off and creatures are inside the body. A good friend is burnt so badly you have to use a shovel to get all of him.

Thanks Debbi