I spent almost two years on the psychiatric ward, doing the best I could. I loved those guys. There was not a night when I went home that I did not think about them. I did not need to be in the jungles of Vietnam to see combat. I saw it when I was a child, and I had to survive it when I was attacked.
Many women suffer in silence and guilt.
We joined and gave up our young lives to serve with pride. Whether we were nurses, medics, clerks, in communications or in other positions, we were part of the team. Thanks to Vietnam Veterans of America, I met the love of my life, a fellow veteran who served as a grunt in Vietnam and who understands my pain. He accepts me as an equal and never says that I am less a veteran than he is. Most of the members of VVA understand that there are different types of combat veterans.