You put your loving arms around a dying young man
you stroked his hair and held his hand
you let him know he was not alone
you helped him change his thoughts to home

You held the young soldier as he took his last breath
It was you who heard his last request
It was you he told about his girl and his mama back home
You held him close so he wouldn't die alone

It was you who wiped away the tear
from the soldier who knew death was near
All the stress you felt; you didn't let it show
for comfort is all you wanted this young soldier to know

You may not have been in combat hand to hand
but you dodged bullets just like any man
You gave your all and you did it with pride
you were there with your arms open wide

You soothed the pain and quenched the fear
of those who knew that death was near
And as the young soldier entered his final sleep
it was you who covered him with a poncho and began to weep

You then wiped your eyes and went to the next bed
and begin to stroke another soldiers head
The wounds were horrid and made you feel faint
To many on The Wall... You were a saint

Many weren't able to thank you for all you did
and thanks is not why you were there
but you could tell by the look in their eyes
that they knew you were there cause you cared

So...for these men who died in your arms
and for those whom you shed your tears
I say thank you here and now
and I salute YOU after all these years.

Dedicated to all our nurses in uniform, past, present and future. © 1997 Chuck "Doc" Stewart

                      

   
Spars, the women of the Coast Guard!                      The First Women Marine Rifle Team   

        
Waves study to become Aerial Navigators!          Wacs engrossed in problems that pilots incounter!

WASP Shirley Slade On The Cover of LIFE MAGAZINE, July,1943

 

 

 

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