At Sippican Cottage. Right now please if you don't mind.
Posted by Vanderleun at June 22, 2010 11:48 AM
If you get a chance, I *highly* recommend Eugene Richards' "The Knife and Gun Club".
Posted by: ExurbanKevin at June 22, 2010 12:42 PMThank you, Gerard.
Michael Yon wrote on a very similar topic recently.
I'll go track down the link if I have time.
Posted by: WWWebb at June 22, 2010 12:48 PMOnly an Angel could be the "... hand of every mother and wife and daughter and girlfriend and nurse and stranger..." Thanks for sending me to read her story.
Posted by: Clayton in Mississippi at June 22, 2010 1:23 PMThank you for this
Posted by: Patvann at June 22, 2010 6:13 PMThank you for sharing that. I am always in awe of nurses, who see so much pain and suffering, but manage to retain their humanity.
Posted by: altered states at June 22, 2010 6:15 PMWalked through those tents and laid on that gurney.
God bless them. VN 64-67
A lonely job. One you take home with you. Images of patients of long ago, creep in your mind in the darkness of the night. You can forget many many things, but for some reason, each and every person you ever took care of and lost, will be etched in your mind for an eternity.
Posted by: Cilla Mitchell, Galveston, Texas at June 23, 2010 7:43 AMNot one Yon story, but s few:
http://www.michaelyon-online.com/valentine-s-day-weekend-afghanistan.htm
http://www.michaelyon-online.com/whispers.htm
http://www.michaelyon-online.com/from-canada-a-thank-you-to-u.s.-service-members.htm
Posted by: WWWebb at June 23, 2010 8:19 AM@Cilla: Indeed.
After thirty-five years they are still with me.
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