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Janet I Was a Nurse in Vietnam, Not Something I’d Recommend. I Was Present So Many Times, When a Soldier Met His End. I Don’t Do Nursing Anymore, And I Haven’t since Vietnam. I Saw and Felt Too Much.... I Am Just Not Very Strong. I Know There Were Quite a Few, That Were Helped Because I Was There. For this I Thank God Every Day, I Hope They Know I Care. I Would Sit and Read the Letters, They Received from Home. For Those That Got No Letter... I Would Talk So They Didn’t Feel Alone. That Fatal Day We Were Attacked, I Just Kept Helping Those Men. My Mind Kicked into Overdrive... I Failed to Notice My Own End. But I Remember it Was a Glorious Day, When I Saw That Wall of Granite. There Was My Name Carved in Stone. My Last name Hill and My First Name....Janet Connie Moore August 5, 2000 Strang, Ok. 74367

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Date: 2/7/2014 8:48:00 PM
The Vietnam War Memorial in Washington, DC is something impressive to see. When I see all of the names there, it makes me feel sad of all the brave men and women who gave up their lives for the cause. Good write.
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Date: 2/7/2014 8:50:00 PM
thank you Robert. I had a brother in Vietnam. His helicopter was shot down and he was the only surviver. He won't talk about it though. Thank you for the comment Connie
Date: 2/4/2014 3:27:00 AM
On that wall stood faith. Well written Connie... A fav... Verlena
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