[Vision2020] The Faces

[Tom Hansen]

>From "The Sandbox", a milblog (military blog) featuring comments, 
anecdotes, and observations from service members currently deployed to 
Iraq and Afghanistan, at:

http://gocomics.typepad.com/the_sandbox/

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THE FACES

Name: RN Clara Hart
Posting date: 1/28/08
Stationed in: a military hospital in the U.S.
Milblog url: www.mcneillysperspective.blogspot.com
Email: clarahart2 at yahoo.com

Asked to see and evaluate an OEF [Operation Enduring Freedom, Afghanistan] 
patient in the trauma ICU, I wandered into the bay only to stop short at 
the sight before me. The wounded patient lay motionless with wires and 
tubes, dressings and splints all entangling each other. Ventilator high-
pressure alarms shrieked off-cadence with the beeps of the heart monitor. 
Intubated on a vent, multiple IV lines and specialty dressings all around, 
this patient lay in drug-induced slumber. 

Keeping a bedside vigil was his wife, not an uncommon site on any of the 
nursing units temporarily housing our wounded warriors. What caught me off 
guard and stopped me stock-still were the small bodies occupying the 
chairs that flanked her. Two beautiful young children sat beside her, 
alternating between coloring pictures with dry erase markers given to them 
by the nurses and staring silently at their father.

As I introduced myself to Sarah, I also introduced myself to the children. 
Victoria, who is seven, and Jacob, who is five, shook my hand gravely as I 
held it out to them. I learned Victoria had been eating blue candy, as 
evidenced by her blue tongue, lips and teeth. I learned Jacob loved the 
Transformers and wanted his dad to teach him how to ride an ATV, “when he 
gets better."  I learned Sarah had arrived on Saturday, the day after her 
husband had been flown in, and alone at the hospital had no one to watch 
the children. She told me, with tears in her eyes, that they came with her 
every day and sat in the ICU room, coloring pictures, playing games, and 
watching their dad.

As we talked I looked at the children. I could see the fear and 
uncertainty crowding their small faces. I asked if I could bring in a DVD 
player so they could watch movies. Eyes filling once again with tears, 
Sarah thanked me, telling me over and over how much she appreciated the 
help. I asked her to forget it, as it was such an easy thing for me to do. 
It’s not hard to take a portable DVD player off the closet shelf where it 
is gathering dust and loan it to two children so they could forget where 
they are if only for a couple of hours.

That was four days ago, and this patient has been extubated. Yesterday I 
watched joy instead of sorrow fill this family’s faces. I watched a wife 
and mother hold her children up to the bed so a little boy and girl could 
say, “Hi Daddy!”  I smiled in delight at the looks of pure happiness as 
their father opened his eyes and smiled at them. I choked back tears as 
Sarah laid her head on his chest and sobbed, “Welcome home, Baby.”

Today as I walked down the hall I heard a tiny voice call out, “Ms. 
Clara!” Turning, I saw Jacob and Victoria dragging their mom toward 
me. “Ms. Clara!” they eagerly exclaimed. “We watched the Transformers in 
the hotel room last night!" And so they rumbled on, anxious to tell me 
about their day. While listening I felt a little hand encircle mine and 
tug. “Ms. Clara, want to come see our daddy with us?” Victoria asked. “I’d 
love to come see your daddy with you." And off we went, off to exchange 
smiles and laughter with a soldier on the long road to recovery.

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Seeya round town, Moscow.

Tom Hansen
Moscow, Idaho

"Patriotism is not a short and frenzied outburst of emotion but the 
tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime." 

-- Adlai E. Stevenson, Jr.


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