Posted on 11/19/2004 10:17:51 AM PST by RtWngr
E-MAIL FROM IRAQ A friend of ours, Heidi, a doctor and Lt. Cmdr. in the Navy, just finished a seven-month deployment to Iraq treating wounded Marines. Just a few weeks ago, she came home to her 2-year-old twins she left with her husband while she served in Iraq. While waiting for her flight home, Heidi wrote an e-mail home listing the good and the bad of her tour of duty. She did this for closure and healing, hoping that somehow the trauma, the fear, the grief, the laughter, the pride and the patriotism that she experience in those long seven months would begin to make sense, through her writing. She wrote: "So here goes ... in reverse order of importance ...
THINGS THAT WERE GOOD Sunset over the desert, almost always orange. Sunrise over the desert, almost always red. The childlike excitement of having fresh fruit at dinner after going weeks without it. Being allowed to be the kind of clinician I know I can be, and want to be, with no limits placed and no doubts expressed. But most of all, the United States Marines, our patients. Walking, every day, and having literally every single person who passes by say "Oo-Rah, Ma'am..." Having them tell us, one after the other, through blinding pain or morphine-induced euphoria: 'When can I get out of here? I just want to get back to my unit ...' Meeting a young sergeant, who had lost an eye in an explosion. when he could finally open the other eye, he sat up and looked at the young Marines from his fire team who were being treated for superficial shrapnel wounds in the next room. He smiled, laid back down, and said, 'I only have one good eye, Doc, but I can see that my Marines are OK.' And of course, meeting the one who threw himself on a grenade to save the men at his side ... who will likely be the first Medal of Honor recipient in over 11 years ... My friends ... some of them will be life-long in a way that is indescribable. My patients ... some of them had courage unlike anything I've ever experienced before. My comrades, Alpha Surgical Company ... some of the things witnessed will traumatize them forever, but still they provided outstanding care to these Marines, day in and day out, sometimes for days at a time with no break, for seven endless months. And last, but not least ... Holding the hand of that dying Marine.
THINGS THAT WERE NOT GOOD Terrifying camel spiders, poisonous scorpions, flapping bats in the darkness, howling, territorial wild dogs, flies that insisted on landing on our faces, giant, looming mosquitoes, invisible sand flies that carry leishmaniasis. 132 degrees. Wearing long sleeves, full pants and combat boots in 132 degrees. Random and totally predictable power outages that led to sweating throughout the night. Sweating in places I didn't know I could sweat, like wrists, and ears. The roar of helicopters overhead. The resounding thud of exploding artillery in the distance. The popping of gunfire ... Not knowing if any of the above sounds is a good thing, or bad thing. The siren, and the inevitable 'big voice' yelling at us to take cover. Not knowing if that siren was on someone's DVD or if the big voice would soon follow. The cracking sound of giant artillery rounds splitting open against rock and dirt. The rumble of the ground. The shattering of the windows ... Hiding under flak jackets and Kevlar helmets, away from the broken windows, waiting to be told we can come to the hospital ... to treat the ones who were not so lucky. Watching the helicopter with the big Red Cross on the side landing at our pad. Worse, watching Marine helicopters filled with patients landing at our pad ... because we usually did not realize they were coming. Ushering a sobbing Marine colonel away from the trauma bay while several of his Marines bled and cried out in pain inside. Meeting that 21-year-old Marine with three Purple Hearts, and listening to him weep because he felt ashamed of being afraid to go back. Telling a room full of stunned Marines in blood-soaked uniforms that their comrade, who they had tried to save, had just died of his wounds. Trying, as if in total futility, to do anything I could to ease the trauma of group after group that suffered loss after loss, grief after inconsolable grief. Washing blood off the boots of one of our young nurses while she told me about the one who bled out in the trauma bay, and then the one who she had to tell, when he pleaded for the truth, that his best friend didn't make it. Listening to another of our nurses tell of the Marine who came in talking, telling her his name, about how she pleaded with him not to give up, told him that she was there for him, about how she could see his eyes go dull when he couldn't fight any longer. And last, but not least ... Holding the hand of that dying Marine."
Many of them will return scarred physically, but even more will return scarred emotionally. God help this nation if she does not receive these with heroes welcome. I know it will be years, perhaps no end, this WOT....but we need to do something very significant for those returning from Afghanistan and Iraq. Ticker tape parades in every major city, I hope.
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Beats me, other than all of us bumping it...
Moderator, verdict?
Wow! Sniff, sniff.
And it worked. They had clear weather and crushed the Germans that battle.
The last sentence did me in.
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I always cry,I don't trust people who don't cry! Story makes me feel very small.
I sometimes wonder if my three best friends who came home in pine boxes during the Viet Nam War was all because of John Kerry! I just wonder!
This story is every bit emotional as I am and I'm verrrrrry emoooootional!
God bless all of our military men and women.
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Do you guys think that a thread set up solely for communications (post, e-malis, letters freepers wish to share from their love ones) in Iraq and Afganistan would be a good thing?
Flood of tears.
Dear God, please bring our troops home safely and grant comfort to the family of those brave souls who didn't make it.
Semper Fi!
MarineMomJ
Sounds good to me...I have no objections...not like I carry any weight here...
Ok I will start one and will ping you to it when I'm done.
By the last line, the trickle started and won't stop.
God bless our service men and women. God bless the medical teams who work so hard to mend the broken. God bless those who have to hear the saddest phrase a Doctor can say: "I'm sorry; he/she didn't make it."
God bless America and her allies.
I never thought of it Grassontop UNTIL Kerry ran for President. We lost 9 boys from our high school. The 1st in l967 (we graduated in 1966) and lost the last in 1972. The latter has a VFW post named after him in our area. I think of these boys often, resenting the fact they never married, had children and knew the joys of having grandchildren. I really resent it when I see a pompous ass like Kerry using his service (?) as a stepping stone to the presidency. He's no better than Fonda, Hayden, Hoffman and their ilk. Thank God for John O'Neill and the swift boat vets for exposing this fraud. God Bless our wonderful military. John Kerry isn't fit to shine their boots.......past or present.
No women ... no cry...
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