Sunday, May 25, 2014
BACSI: remembering wartime compassion on Memorial Day
I was still in high school and hadn't yet met my husband when he reluctantly joined the Army.
He volunteered for all the interesting education the Army would give him, thinking the Viet Nam war would end before he was done dawdling.
It didn't work out that way. Cory emerged as a sergeant, an airborne Green Beret medic with demolitions training. Qualified to jump out of planes, blow things up and fix the friendlies, he was sent to war.
The big gentle hand on the little girl's back, in the photo, belongs to to the Cory I know now, and I'm not surprised at his compassion for war's innocent victims.
Maybe because we both hate war, Cory always puts a self-mocking spin on the good he did there. Here's what he posted on Facebook:
this, taken 46 years ago this month, in an old box of pictures. I was was the medic on a Special Forces team running a patrol of Montagnard troops
near Pleiku. Our second day out, we came into a small village, six or
and a father brought this little girl out to me. She had a high fever
alternating with chills; I made an empirical diagnosis of malaria and we
managed to get a helicopter in to fly her out. It didn't occur to me at
the time, but it was a pretty remote ville, hunter-gatherers eating
monkeys and rodents, and suddenly this giant American calls a Huey to
fly the whole family to an American hospital. They may be remembered in
Plei Bong Whatever as the people who got abducted by aliens...."
Labels: Bacsi, Cory Farley, Green Beret, Memorial Day, Special Forces, Viet Nam
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Terri Farley @ 8:14 AM