A lot of the guys who arrive here don't make it. You don't hear much about that. We only see stories about the guys who died when they stepped on the bombs, or the amputees who are so "lucky" to have survived.
But apparently there are lots of guys, blown to bits, who make the journey all the way here to Walter Reed, just like I did, on the flying ambulance with the brilliant medical assistants. But then they die.
Someone told me the other day that the mortuary workers here quit in droves. Most of them young people who never expected to see so many broken bodies, young soldiers and Marines, who lost their final battle.
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Wednesday, June 9, 2010
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