All of you. Thank you, for what you've done, and what you do.
I don't know where you found the courage. Guess you had it all along.

I remember being at 71st evac ER waiting to see a doc for a back injury sustained in unassing my top bunk when mortars got very close.

As I waited, an aircrewmember was brought in, in extreme trauma from an AK round in the face, almost straight-on. my back pain, though horrendous, went away. I helped get the guy held down on the gurney while they secured him. He was convulsing horribly, and gushing blood everywhere. I remember a nurse, Lt Linda VanDeventer, whom I vaguely knew thru a buddy at 71st- was running into the ER with bags of blood, moving like a machine in high gear, but crying her eyes out, without a sound.

There's a short story about her in Al Santoli's book, Everything We Had. Raw courage.

I heard days later from my buddy that the aviator, named Johnson, died enroute to Japan. I think he was with 283rd Dustoffs.

Lump