Chapter 2- Some when home and others went "home"
"You're going home kid."
Sometimes the wounds were bad enough; the wounded got their wish to go home. Some were thrilled, others confused and guilt stricken. No matter what it was, our doctors were ready for it. There was nothing the war could throw at these guys, they couldn't handle. From fixing up a three year old boy to delivering a new born during a shelling attack. So back here at home, I want you all to know what these men and women did. It's nothing you will hear on the news or read in the papers. Its things you would only have nightmares about, nothing you could ever imagine. I pray that it will open your eyes to the horror of war and why sometimes you go home and sometimes you go "home."
Hope is a word that had no meaning to me before I got to Korea. It was just a word thrown around at Sunday brunch. But at the 4077 it was in the eyes of each soldier that came in. You could see it more in some that others. But one in particular was a fixture of hope himself. A soldier came rolling in with no dog tags and when asked his identity he replied "Jesus Christ." Of course the whole unit thought he was crazy and a psychiatrist was brought in. But after it was all over, he still claimed to be our savior in the flesh. As he walked towards the bus that was headed stateside, I stood in awe for I felt I was just in the presence of the Hope this world has always had.
After his visit with us, it touched a part of me I never knew I had. I had hope and this man; this soldier somehow gave it to me. I knew after that moment that it was all gonna be okay. It was made clear that when soldiers or civilians alike didn't make it home, that there was special place set aside for them in their real home. The home we are all made for. That we don't feel at home in this world for a reason, because we're not "home" yet. And that day in Korea, it was made clear to me, maybe only to me, maybe not. But that day remains in my dreams and prayers. It was the only day that made sense to me in the entire war and till today.
For there was many more that I wish I could forget.but some I will always want to remember.
"You're going home kid."
Sometimes the wounds were bad enough; the wounded got their wish to go home. Some were thrilled, others confused and guilt stricken. No matter what it was, our doctors were ready for it. There was nothing the war could throw at these guys, they couldn't handle. From fixing up a three year old boy to delivering a new born during a shelling attack. So back here at home, I want you all to know what these men and women did. It's nothing you will hear on the news or read in the papers. Its things you would only have nightmares about, nothing you could ever imagine. I pray that it will open your eyes to the horror of war and why sometimes you go home and sometimes you go "home."
Hope is a word that had no meaning to me before I got to Korea. It was just a word thrown around at Sunday brunch. But at the 4077 it was in the eyes of each soldier that came in. You could see it more in some that others. But one in particular was a fixture of hope himself. A soldier came rolling in with no dog tags and when asked his identity he replied "Jesus Christ." Of course the whole unit thought he was crazy and a psychiatrist was brought in. But after it was all over, he still claimed to be our savior in the flesh. As he walked towards the bus that was headed stateside, I stood in awe for I felt I was just in the presence of the Hope this world has always had.
After his visit with us, it touched a part of me I never knew I had. I had hope and this man; this soldier somehow gave it to me. I knew after that moment that it was all gonna be okay. It was made clear that when soldiers or civilians alike didn't make it home, that there was special place set aside for them in their real home. The home we are all made for. That we don't feel at home in this world for a reason, because we're not "home" yet. And that day in Korea, it was made clear to me, maybe only to me, maybe not. But that day remains in my dreams and prayers. It was the only day that made sense to me in the entire war and till today.
For there was many more that I wish I could forget.but some I will always want to remember.
