My first man seriously wounded
This was my first combat patient, my third day in the field. I
hated those guys in the chopper. I was standing out in a
huge LZ all by myself and they were so scared they tore my
first patient up getting him on the chopper. I was left standing
there all alone giving them the finger as they flew off..then I
looked around and felt sorta vulnerable all of a sudden.
February 10, 1970
I believe it was on the far right side of this LZ
where I cared for my first patient, and the
incident with the dust-off chopper occured..