1968-1971
Pleiku was my baptism...Tet was a helluva welcome to hell
Then I did the mosey down to Chu Lai...met my first husband there. He is a Marine medic who was seriously wounded and died several months after I returned stateside. I'm ever so grateful I had that time with him...
I had to pull in some markers, and so did my Dad, for marrying an enlisted man...jc, the Army was nuts about it. TS. we married anyway...

It took me nearly two years before I could cry. No matter what, we never--But Never--let our guys see us cry. We did it after they left us. Some were alive, some were not. Honestly? We cried for both; the youngness of all of us, knowing we would never feel innocent again, and it was going to take awhile to feel safe.
...and, yeah, there wasn't enough pain meds in the world to help most of our guys. It's why we stayed as long as we could and held hands and talked about anything we could think of, then it was back to the OR...

Ah crap...I'll be back soon

Cap