I protested the Viet Nam war in the late 60s. Not the soldiers who were sent there but the senselessness of the war. As well as the atrocities that I learned were occurring. I was a teenager and my brother was draft age. He ended up with a very high number and didn’t have to go. But many of my classmates did. Some came home and some di…
I protested the Viet Nam war in the late 60s. Not the soldiers who were sent there but the senselessness of the war. As well as the atrocities that I learned were occurring. I was a teenager and my brother was draft age. He ended up with a very high number and didn’t have to go. But many of my classmates did. Some came home and some didn’t, at least as the same person they were. Fast forward 30 years and I’m a nurse in Radiology. One of my responsibilities is giving sedation to MRI patients who are claustrophobic. I gave our standard meds to a man in his 50’s and he was relaxed and ready to go into the MRI. For anyone that isn’t familiar with an MRI, it’s an excellent diagnostic imaging test, but you have to go into a tube and the radio frequency’s and magnet make a very loud banging sound as it attains the images. A few minutes after his MRI started he was screaming and literally trying to crawl out of the MRI. We stopped the exam and brought him out. He was frantic because he didn’t have his gun and it was either him or the Viet Cong that his job was to flush out, we finally got him calmed down and he told me he was a tunnel rat. I had never heard of a tunnel rat but he started talking and the flood gates opened. Moving through tunnels with a gun and it was you or him. In my career as a nurse I’ve had some patients that touched and tore my heart, and he was one of them❤️💔💝
I protested the Viet Nam war in the late 60s. Not the soldiers who were sent there but the senselessness of the war. As well as the atrocities that I learned were occurring. I was a teenager and my brother was draft age. He ended up with a very high number and didn’t have to go. But many of my classmates did. Some came home and some didn’t, at least as the same person they were. Fast forward 30 years and I’m a nurse in Radiology. One of my responsibilities is giving sedation to MRI patients who are claustrophobic. I gave our standard meds to a man in his 50’s and he was relaxed and ready to go into the MRI. For anyone that isn’t familiar with an MRI, it’s an excellent diagnostic imaging test, but you have to go into a tube and the radio frequency’s and magnet make a very loud banging sound as it attains the images. A few minutes after his MRI started he was screaming and literally trying to crawl out of the MRI. We stopped the exam and brought him out. He was frantic because he didn’t have his gun and it was either him or the Viet Cong that his job was to flush out, we finally got him calmed down and he told me he was a tunnel rat. I had never heard of a tunnel rat but he started talking and the flood gates opened. Moving through tunnels with a gun and it was you or him. In my career as a nurse I’ve had some patients that touched and tore my heart, and he was one of them❤️💔💝