As I'm putting an IV into an elderly gentleman and drawing blood, I'm making small talk with him. I switch from the vacutainer to the luer lock and flush, and a bit of blood dribbles out before I can attach it. A few drops drip onto his hospital gown. "I'm sorry about that," I say.
"It's okay, it's just a little blood," he replies, "nothing I haven't seen before."
"Were you in the medical field?" I ask, curiously.
"Oh no," he says. "I was at Omaha Beach."
All I could say to him was thank you. Our worst day in the ER is nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to what those who fight have seen.
Originally posted March 28. Worthy of posting every day. Thank you, to all those who give me my freedom.