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The General asked me to stand beside him as he presented the award. There were a lot of people there that evening, including a nurse that I recognized who usually accompanied me to the rooms of our wounded and injured soldiers whenever I visited the Role III Hospital.
After the presentation of the award, the contingent moved on to present the Purple Heart to another wounded soldier in a nearby ward. The nurse came up to me at that point and asked if she could talk with me a minute. I said, “Sure."
"Would you mind visiting with an 'expectant' soldier in the Special Care Unit a couple of sections over," she asked. "Maybe you could talk to him like you usually do with the other troops when you visit one of your injured soldiers. I think it would mean a lot to him.” "I don't mind at all," I said. "I'll be glad to."
As we walked, she added that he was a triple-amputee and that nobody, not even anyone from his own unit, had been to see him and that no one probably would.
“The patient is heavily sedated and might not be able to talk with you," she confessed. "But I'm sure that he will hear you and will know that you're there.”
She then led me down the center of an adjacent ward with soldiers lying in elevated beds along both sides of the aisle. Some were asleep. Most were in some form of traction. Nurses in blue scrubs were attending to others. There was a heavy curtain at the far end of the corridor separating us from the section on the other side — the Special Care Unit.
As we walked toward the curtain, I began to remember the words of that same nurse on my first visit to the Role III six-months earlier as she was explaining the level of injuries that came into the hospital. "Single limb amputations are common," she had said. "There are a lot of double amputees. Some Soldiers don't make it. Triple amputees rarely survive.”
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