I'm gutted ….

Bumbling through the town centre this afternoon a young man accosted me,probably attracted by my kind and motherly air ( yeah right ).
He wanted directions to a particular place,then it all came out – how he’d been beaten up and robbed of his money and phone,he’d been kicked in the ribs but the local walk-in centre had sent him away with ordinary painkillers and a heat patch,he’d gone to the police station about the assault but they’d just sent him away without helping.
He seemed a decent young chap,so I asked where he lived and he said that last night he’d slept on concrete under cardboard.He wasn’t asking for money at all,just directions.
I couldn’t leave him like that,so I phoned the pastor of my church,who’s also the chaplain of our local homeless shelter.He said if the chap could get to the shelter he’d meet him there and see what they could do.Then I arranged for my husband to give us a lift there.
I took him into the Wimpy Bar nearby and he just wanted a cup of tea,nothing to eat.Then he said he needed the toilet,so I directed him to the nearest public one as our Wimpy Bar doesn’t have one.He never came back ( and I’ve heard all the cracks about even being stood up by a homeless guy from Mr. Bee ).
You can guess the rest.This young man (36 ) was a soldier who’d served in Afghanistan.He’d come home in a C-130 wounded.Three of his mates,and he told me their names,came home in boxes.He was discharged from hospital in January,and had been told that he was liable to be recalled to service until he was 37.
The gang of men who beat him up were Asian,and they’d called him a baby-killer,despite him telling them that he was only an engineer.He kept saying to me over and over,” I’m not a baby-killer ! ” He’d tried to contact the local British Legion,but they’ve closed down their club.He’d tried the Territorial Army,but the sergeant had sent him away saying there was nothing they could do for him.
I looked everywhere for him,including the service area round the back of the Wimpy Bar where the staff said he’d been sleeping,but I just couldn’t find him.It breaks my heart to think that,while I’m sleeping in my warm bed tonight,this young man who’s served his country is probably out there alone and homeless.
So the question is,can anyone tell me who looks after former soldiers ? What could I have done for him ?