Just Another Casualty of War...No Tears Allowed
“An eighteen-year-old boy is carried into the shock ward, and he looks up at me trustingly asking, “How am I doing, nurse?” I just kiss his forehead and say, “You are doing just a fine soldier.” He smiles sweetly and says, “I was just checking,” Then he dies. We all cry in private. But not in front... Sign in to see full entry.