It sure made me even more apprehensive going into surgery.

Came out of surgery and recovery room crying my eyes out for the troops back in the jungle. Who would lead them? Who would make sure they had what they needed? Who would take care of them?

I know I didn't have hundred % success, but saved a lot of soldiers from injury and death... and now I couldn't go back. The nurse said, "they have another commander now." .... for crying out loud ... "another commander" ...and it turned out to be one who was far more aggressive and trying to make a name for himself ... and it cost a lot... and I was lying in a bed half way around the world....and he did make a name, he sure did. And you'd recognize the name if i typed it...and so would a lot of other soldiers.

And the weird medic had to deal with his problems on his own.
And the war went on.
And the politicians drank wine in Paris
While the grunts heated c-rations by opening anti-personnel mines and burning the plastic explosive ... and someone said, "breathing those fumes can't be good for you." ... lol.