To the Nurse Who Served in Vietnam

To the Nurse Who Served in Vietnam

From Chicken Soup for the Nurse's Soul Second Dose

To the Nurse Who Served in Vietnam

O Lord who lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.

William Shakespeare

My name is Mike. I was a Marine, and I stepped on a mine during Operation Allenbrook. I lost both legs. You were my nurse who told me I was going home. You bathed me, kept me out of pain; you talked to me about beginning anew. It was not easy but you gave me hope. Today, I just retired. I have thought of you often . . . I don’t even remember your name. I’ll always remember your face.

My name is Roger. I was killed during a mortar attack in Plieku. You made sure all my personal effects made it home to my wife. I was there at night when you cried over all of us—praying for me and my family. Yes, God does care and He remembers you.

My name is Tan. I was a little child in Ban Me Thout, and you cared for me and helped me. I have leprosy. I was there when they took you away in the middle of the night. I missed your singing to me. You were my missionary. My daughter has your name.

My name is Wayne. I was killed when our base camp got overrun at Bihn Phouc, but I remembered the times when you came to play games with us. You took my mind off the war; you made me forget. I was from Indiana. I told you that you reminded me of my girlfriend.

My name is Joe, and I am from Memphis. I rode on your plane coming over to Nam. You told me it was okay to be scared and you were going to pray for all of us. You took my last letter I wrote to my mom and dad and mailed it for me. I remember your perfume and your beautiful green eyes. I was killed by a mine that blew up my truck my first day.

My name is Jimmy. Me and all the guys want to thank you for a job well done. Please be easy on yourselves. Do you realize how many of us you saved? Do you know how many of us still have legs and arms that might have been removed if not for you? You helped ease our pain. You are the best and we appreciate all that you did. It was enough.

My name is David. I never got to tell you thanks for being there for me. For holding my hand and telling me I was going to be okay. Thanks for writing the letter to Mom; she told me how much she appreciated it when she got up here last year. Thank you for staying with me when I passed over. It is so beautiful here. I will be there for you when it is your time to come. I will call your name and I will hold your hand. I love you.

My name is Tony. My helicopter was shot down in the Plain of Reeds. I was on your burn ward. You wrote letters home for me. I told you that I loved you and you said all the guys said that to you. You don’t understand—I still do.

Kerry Pardue

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