Because you imagine you know something does not make it a fact.
I volunteered at Walter Reed for 6 years starting in 2005 and was there every week with a group of FReepers dedicated to Walter Reed and who, as a group and as individuals, paid particular attention to the damaged-plaster hoo-hah, the reporters involved, and our actual acquaintance with some of the people who testified in Congress, as well as the Hassan story and all it involved. And until you can provide some proof or citation of your claims, you can stop spinning a crap soufflé.
Now it's your turn to trot out your claim of how your ex-wife's brother-in-law's neighbor's friend-of-a-friend was one of Hassan's patients, and stayed in the plaster-damaged room, and was one of his very best friends, and had his computer password, and, and, and...
Stop responding to him. He’s drunk and ain’t worth the bandwidth.