Combat Nurses
COMBAT NURSES
There in the early morning light through the evening nights, she stood in her faded fatigues and worn out boots. With stethoscope in hand, ready to hold a GI’s hand. Or writing a letter to his mother, wife, or girl. She stood by his side, when incoming came and fire fights began. She laughed, cried and died with us, and also kept us alive. We owe them a lot. At times I think we all forgot. So why not cry for them and kiss them. We owe them a lot. The Lynn’s, Jill’s, Cathy’s and Mary’s. May God bless them all.
By H. Rick Newell
A Marine who served in Vietnam from 1967 to 1970 (Chapter 51, New Britain, CT) Source: Purple Heart Magazine, May-June 1996