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When I was working as a home health nurse I was assigned to a patient with COPD and since i was on call on Memorial Day and in his neightborhood I dropped in on him to see how he was doing. He was all alone, that Memorial Day and feeling very down. So I asked him what was wrong and he said at first ,"nothing"He turned his attention to the t.v. t American Anthem and he stood up and saluted the flag as it passed by on the t.v. screen. As he sat tdown againg he said to me, " I'll bet you think I am a silly old man, don't you? Of coursse I answered "No Sir, I don't think you are silly at all", thinking to myself, "why is this old guy saluting the flag when no one is around? " Then he proceeded to tell me about he war he had been in........World War II. And how he had been with the troops that landed on the shores of France buddies were killed that fatefull day but he was spared for some reason. Just then the t.v. went to pictures of the invasion and the man stopped to watch, with tears in his eyes he watched the newsreel of the battles that were fought that day and when they were through he told me fo the many friends he had lost and how he got his wounded buddies and himself to the medics by lying under the bodies of his friends until the Germans were gone. He was awarded the purple heart for bravery and he brought it out to show me. As I was about to leave after two hours with t his man ( the normal visit took one half hour,) he said t o me. "Ya know, we are about all gone now and people forget about us, but we don't forget." I left then feeling more humble and appreciative of what the man and his buddies had done for all of us. When my supervisor asked me about the two hour visit I simply told her the man needed to talk to someone and that it was Memorial Day.
Ever since that Day I have thought of the patient that wanted someone to talk to. And I have tried to make myself available to everyone that wanted to talk about something that was important to them. I don't remember many of the stories but I'll always remember the old man that saluted the flag in his living room.
that is a wounderful story its great that you got to listen to him and here his story my dad never talked abuot his time ,,,,,said their was nothin to tell,,,,,he worked in the mess hall and never talked about his friends ,,,,,,,,my step dad also saids we did what we had to ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;nothin happened that he wanted to talk about ;;;;;;;so when they do want to talk someone should be their to listen,,,, I hope my son has someone to listen to him if and when he wants to talk and I am not around he is my HERO now ,,,,,,,,,,,,, funny how when he was young I was his now he is mine......