Doc

Doc

Doc was always there
In the heart and under fire

He always had the powder
That we’d put on our feet
When we came back out of
The field tired aching and beat

He always had our salt tablets
And a kind word or two
Not that he didn’t carry a rifle
And couldn’t take a well aimed view

We told him about our families
Or about a girl back home
He somehow managed to make us
All feel a little less alone

Doc

Even when you didn’t see him
You always knew he’d be right there
No matter how bad it got
Or what was flying through the air

There he was sliding in
And reaching in his bag
Cutting uniforms open
And turning them to rags

While putting compress bandages
On open wounds bleeding red
Doc kept you patched up long enough
That you didn’t end up dead

Not every single time but it
Wasn’t because he didn’t try
Doc was battle hardened
Yet compassionate

Doc was a Helleva guy


Doc was there in the Fox holes
When we’d stand the ridge line
He always had some Tabasco sauce
He always had the time

He seemed to be everywhere
Or at least when you needed him most
He was always doing something real
He never did that slide by ghost

He gave us our shots
And acted like a mother hen
To all of us professional young
Dangerous psychotics…he was

One on whom we could depend

I remember once when we got back
And were going through the chow line
There was an idiot serving that
Was letting his mouth run over time

And he was giving at least every
Other one of us a ration of sh*t
We were exhausted so mostly we tried to
Ignore his ignorant self indulgent bit

Till he got to Doc and I don’t even
Remember what it was he said
But every body just stopped cold
And this guy looked into eyes

That had seen the dead

And he just knew even before
He got that sudden hand on his shirt
That one could go too far and it
Could definitely get you hurt

And as he was hoisted up
He quickly quietly apologized
And then Doc said it was alright
With just a nod and look from his eyes

So we put him back down
But he knew not to do that again
Because Doc was one of us
He was our Corpsman our friend

Oh yeah he knew better
Than to ever do that again

Doc

Even when you didn’t see him
You always knew he’d be right there
No matter how bad it got
Or what was flying through the air

There he was sliding in
And reaching in his bag
Cutting uniforms open
And turning them to rags

While putting compress bandages
On open wounds bleeding red
Doc kept you patched up long enough
That you didn’t end up dead

Not every single time but it
Wasn’t because he didn’t try
Doc was battle hardened
Yet compassionate

Doc was a Helleva guy




Neils
11:47 am
07/03/2006
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Doc refers to the Navy Corpsman
That serve with the United States
Marine Corp. The one I speak of
Here specifically served with our
Combat line unit in Vietnam. We
Always considered him one of us
Well actually Doc was more like living
Proof that Bastards do have brothers.
We loved him then and do now and
Some of us wouldn’t be here to love
Anything if it wasn’t for ……. Him


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