91st Evac was my hospital for several weeks before medivac to USA.

Capp was one of the nurses there at that time. It's amazing that we find each other on a survivor site made possible by technology that was not even dreamed of in those days.

For all these years I've wanted to personally thank those who patched up my wounds, revived me each time I died, and kept me alive until I was stable enough to ship out. I've wanted to thank them for holding my hand, stroking my cheek, smiling, encouraging, telling me I would survive, telling me that life could go on, telling me that someone else was caring for my soldiers even though I couldn't gbe with them.

I've wanted to thank them for changing the stinking, stinking bandages and casts, for changing the bed when I was out of control, for carrying away the bedpans and urinals that someone had to empty and wash, for cleaning me up because I was often comatose or sky high on narcotics used to control the pain.

Thank them for holding my hand through the night mares and through the pain. Thank them for calming me down when the drugs, pain, and fear became too much. Thank you for getting me past the deaths of those who didn't live long enough, didn't make it to the hospital, didn't survive the emergency care.

Thank them for transferring the blood to refill my arteries and for filling the IV bags to feed me and medicate me. Thank the nurses for caring for my wounds that were open and running and infected and smelling so bad it gagged me and the soldiers in the beds on either side.

Thank you volunteering to be in the Army to begin with since none of the women were drafted at that time, for your bravery, your courage, your patriotism and dedication. Thank you for coming to work when you didn't feel good, when you were hung over the self medication used for your own survival, for putting on a smile no matter how badly we acted or how we cursed the treatment and pain, for showing love when we showed hatred for everything around us.

Thank the nurses for the Christmas carols they sang and for the festive lights and decorations they used to cheer us up. Thank you for rejoicing when we survived the touch and go battle with death that followed us in from the battlefield.

And most of all thank you for your prayers.

There is no way to thank you for all you did for me and thousands like me who passed through the gates of your MASH hospital and depended on you for our very survival. I wish my children and grandchildren and all who come after them could understand what you gave and that without you, none of them would even walk the face of the earth.

So here we are Capp ... all these years later, again at Christmas time, still surviving and helping others. Thank you Capp. Thank you.