good comments. If anyone wants to write anything to some nurses and other women who served, I run a list called Sanctuary and they would love to hear stuff. If anyone posts stuff I will assume it is OK to put elsewhere or you can email me at mgarvey@pacifier.edu.

Mick, I disagree with one thing and that is Veterans' Day is a day to honor the veterans and Memorial Day for the dead. That is true that that is the official designation..but on the blackest day of the year, on the day that one war thankfully ended, we remember the dead. I would rather switch them and remember the honor the living on Memorial day..when the sun is more likely to be shining and it is not cold and raining and more than anything else dark...I remember the first time I let myself cry after Vietnam..it was in Newfoundland and a freezing cold rain overlooking the harbor..and they sang Flanders Fields....it was so cold my tears froze to my face....

Your friends, my friends, are going to D.C. in great numbers this year. I wish I was with them....they will remember the dead don't you know. The dead, the living..it all sort of runs together. I think we are in the middle somewhere...

I think I'll put my words here for Never Enough..

Chorus:

Never enough, never enough
The times I would fake it the times I would bluff
I wasn't that brave and I wasn't that tough
Oh God it was never enough

I went there to sing and I must have sung some
But I drank to forget and I drank to stay numb
A drunken old woman is what I've become
Oh God it was never enough

The radio crackled by night and by day
I tried to make out all the words they did say
But some men got captured and some got away
Oh God it was never enough

Some went to fight and some went to heal
What was stolen from me was not their's to steal
Now anger and rage are all that I feel
Oh God it was never enough

???
So many wounded and so many dead
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Oh God it was never enough


I worked on the airbase   and met all the planes
I'd stand and salute in the fog and the rains
What used to be men are now called remains
Oh God it was never enough


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looks like I forgot some. That is the verse about me. Probably repressed it. Oh well, maybe I will remember it later.

mg