I think that being a Medic in Viet-Nam was the most important thing I have done in my life.
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He remembers most the faces, nameless faces.
Not the catastrophic injuries that brought them to his now.
A blank stare of utter disorientation, non verbal,
On the next a look of disbelief, “Tell me I’m gonna be ok, Doc.”
Terror with realization of the reality of what has happened.
Fear, looking for hope when there is none to give.
Loyalty, asking to be patched up so he can return to his comrades.
Faces of youth snatched away.
Too many last words heard spoken were of Mother.
I’ll have to cry later, right now I’m just too busy.
Walt,
So few share about times like this, and I can't say as I blame them. The rest of us can't imagine. You bring this piece to life, and, for me, it's haunting. Thank you for serving, and thank you for sharing this. Love and Hugs,
Sheila
Bless you, Walt... a thousand times over and more for this. This is hard to read let alone realise... and to know that this is your own true experience, I'm humbled and emminently grateful to know that beautiful and able souls like you are around to give your lives so selflessly for those in like position for whom you may be the last eye-to-eye contact and the last hand held. I weep and applaud at the same time. May your Christmas be filled with grace and the mystery of peace in the knowledge that, yes, you have and do the most wonderful thing in service of your fellow man. Bless you and thank you always, Kate xx
They put in long hours of community service and national service too. I was so very greatful to the medic who let me hold his hand during the attempt to revive my husband, to no avail. He was so kind, gentle and made me feel special and got me through several hours of torture. He stayed by my side. So greatful you are a medic and can help others too.
This is heartbreaking Walt, so many still feel the pain!
To be seen is to really believe!
I pray for healing! The Medic, WOW! such a intense WAr description!
Write On!
WArmest blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Shexooo
Eye-opening and heart-felt reminder of war from someone who's been on the scene and looked into the "eyes of its effects" - It must've been tough to stay emotional-detached enough to keep doing your job...
I should had looking for the names of the Medics that save my hide in
Korea and in Nam but never did, because the feeling I have in my heart for those men can't possible be expressed with words...but a bear hug could had.
We, the wounded ones, got the Purple Hearts, they, the Medics should have got the Nation's Highest Thanks, because thousand of its son came back alive.
Georg
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2008
Beautifully executed, Walt! The Medic, the unsung hero on every battlefield, more than deserves this song. It is impossible to imagine the mental/emotional trauma inside a Medic, and there is no triage for that.
A part of life that not everyone can handle emotionally. You have remembered well and all those lives touched will never forget the day they met the "Medic"....
You captured not only the bravery of these men and women who are mostly needed when the blood runs the most. They are not only sawbones but often, confessors, family and country to the soldiers who make the ultimate sacrifice. Wonderful voice that you use to speak for them Walt.
Fee
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2008
Very touching,excellent writing Walt..have a wonderful evening...Hugs
As a former medical services specialist/technician in the USAF, thank you from the bottom of my heart, for remembering - powerfully, starkly penned write from one who knows. Well done, Walt, and again, thank YOU.
The harsh reality of becoming a healer in you profession...not easy to work through the pain life through at us...and still have to bear a straight face...not showing your emotions!!
A job that sometimes leaves deeper scars than we thought it would!!
But those angels who made it easier in the moment of need are angels send by GOD!!
Walt,
This is a gut wrencher. Were you the medic?
Very insightful truth if you were not.
I can only imagine all the nightmares that creep into all their sleep.
Embrassé
Vickie
Walt, it is stories like this one that keep us humble to what our soldiers go through. We need to remember them, praise them, respect them, and do all in our power to promote the best care they can get. Heroes aren't always those who survive the battlefield unscathed, but those whose battle must continue until the end of their days. A wonderful write.
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So few share about times like this, and I can't say as I blame them. The rest of us can't imagine. You bring this piece to life, and, for me, it's haunting. Thank you for serving, and thank you for sharing this. Love and Hugs,
Sheila
Well Penned
Peace Be with you
William
They put in long hours of community service and national service too. I was so very greatful to the medic who let me hold his hand during the attempt to revive my husband, to no avail. He was so kind, gentle and made me feel special and got me through several hours of torture. He stayed by my side. So greatful you are a medic and can help others too.
To be seen is to really believe!
I pray for healing! The Medic, WOW! such a intense WAr description!
Write On!
WArmest blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Shexooo
Stay Positive!
STay STrong!
Korea and in Nam but never did, because the feeling I have in my heart for those men can't possible be expressed with words...but a bear hug could had.
We, the wounded ones, got the Purple Hearts, they, the Medics should have got the Nation's Highest Thanks, because thousand of its son came back alive.
Georg
Kudos for this!
Ted
Stories of unacceptable suffering and death of very young people.
Axilea
Be always safe,
Karen
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love and blessings!
Susan
Excellent wake up poem!
ET
Peace,
Dan
A job that sometimes leaves deeper scars than we thought it would!!
But those angels who made it easier in the moment of need are angels send by GOD!!
Take care!!
Love Tinka
This is a gut wrencher. Were you the medic?
Very insightful truth if you were not.
I can only imagine all the nightmares that creep into all their sleep.
Embrassé
Vickie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(