And now the tears come, two and a half decades later.
I ache for
I’m no heroine. I joined the Army Nurse Corps to
go to Europe; that’s what my recruiter promised me. I was 21 years old
when I
For almost 20 years, I never spoke about that time, that place - I buried my memories, my anger and a large part of "me" deep, so deep, just wanting to forget; wanting to feel peace. I only spoke to Sue about it because she was there
too. Years later in the Army Reserves, once again in fatigues and combat
boots out
In 1982, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial (The Wall) was placed in our nation’s capital. I saw pictures of it and the vets on television or in magazines, and it brought out emotions in me that went way beyond tears. And I, like many vets, knew it wasn’t over. We knew we had to go there. We didn’t know why, we just knew we had to go. The Wall was calling us home. It took me five years to answer. Sue and I went together.
At first, we stayed far away in the trees. "Tree -Vets," we’re called.
Then a picnic on the grass behind. The Wall where we could see the
1992 was the 10th anniversary of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial. Sue couldn’t come, and I did two things I’d never done before - I went alone and I went in uniform. I wore my current dress uniform with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, and all the insignia, medals and decorations that tell a very specific story to those who know how to read it. I could never have anticipated what happened to me there. I wrote Sue that night: I carried you with me when I went
to The Wall. I had the strength to be there, but I didn’t feel the entitlement.
I did put on a brave front. No raggedy remnants of faded fatigues or sun-bleached
boonie hats for me. I stood
And they came. They were there
for you Sue. Oh, I wish you could have been there! You would have
been so touched; and it was you who deserved what I received. God, but
it felt so good to cry the tears that for so long we held, and covered
with our laughter, and let the years
I saw him hesitate at the edge
of the crowd, then urged on by a friend the WWI vet came forward. With
crippled and deformed hands, he stood as tall as his 86 years allowed and
saluted me. I smiled as my eyes filled with tears and returned his salute.
He was mortified that he
It was a strange deja vu. Remember when the GIs would always take our pictures? They still do. And all those eyes looking at us - how we learned to look right in them and say, "It’s okay, you’re gonna be just fine." It’s not so hard to see The Wall
now, to be near it, to feel its presence, to feel their absence. We’re
going to be okay. It’s time to heal, my friend ... to know that you did
everything you could, and more; that it mattered that you
Next year we’ll stand together
when the Women’s Memorial is dedicated, and we can begin to forgive ourselves
for our imagined slights and shortcomings and
And we can begin the process of healing ourselves and coming to peace with our memories. I love you, my friend. Veterans Day 1993, the Vietnam Veterans Women’s Memorial
was dedicated in Washington, D.C. Thousands of women vets attended, and
we were overwhelmed. We led the parade - the nurses, Red Cross workers,
entertainers, women who worked in supply,
The women veterans find each other. We know, at last,
that we are not alone, that we are not paranoid or crazy, but that we have
a lot
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A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies
For Sale." Signs like that have a way of attracting small children
and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign. "How
much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he
The store owner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50." The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37," he said. "Can I please look at them?" The store owner smiled and whistled and out of the
kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five
teeny, tiny balls of fur. One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately
the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy
The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame. The little boy became excited. "That is the little puppy that I want to buy." The store owner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to you." The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight
into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said, "I don't want
you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all
the
The store owner countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies." To this, the little boy reached down and rolled up
his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by
a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied,
"Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone
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My mother is the sweetest, most kind-hearted person you would ever want to meet. She was always very bright and articulate, and would do anything for anyone. We've always had a close and special relationship. She is also someone whose brain is being ravaged and whose identity is being stripped away slowly because of Alzheimer's disease. She has been slipping away from us for 10 years now. For me, it is a constant death, a slow letting go and a continual grieving process. Although she had lost almost all ability to care for herself, she at least still knew her immediate family. I knew the day would come when that, too, would change and finally, about two-and-a-half years ago, that day came. My parents would visit us almost daily and we would
have a
This part of the disease was difficult for me to
accept and deal
One late summer afternoon while I was preparing dinner,
my
Although my mother's condition has continued to deteriorate,
she remembers who I am and it has been a year since that sweet
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