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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Put on your flak jackets..., June 9, 2004
...and follow Army Nurse Sharon Grant Wildwind on an unforgettable tour of the 71st and 67th Evac. Hospitals in the Vietnam of 1970-71.Like so many of her fellow Vets, male and female, Sharon was a prolific photographer In Country, and this stunning book is peppered with all manner of candid shots which actually put you right there among the triumphs and tragedies that were daily life in a busy Evacuation Hospital. As if there was some other kind. As with Byron 'Doc' Holley's "Vietnam 1968-69: A Battalion Surgeon's Journal" (available through Amazon.com) - David Hackworth's Doc, Sharon G W has written her haunting record in the form of a journal. Her day by day account of a Nam Nurse's life, of long hours, and ever-present but unknown risks, is compelling reading. The striking title comes from SGW's poem about dealing with the Vietnam Experience. Something which a huge number of Vets are still dealing with every day. Like her courageous sisters before her, Frances Slanger (KIA 1944) and Sharon Ann Lane (KIA Vietnam, 1969), Sharon Grant Wildwind risked her own young life to help save thousands of young soldiers in the face of extreme danger and harsh conditions. The daily Nam life is broken up periodically by reflections marked "Calgary, Alberta", where Sharon was living while she put the book together. They give you additonal insights and a level of perspective that creates an almost transcendent feel to the overall book. Towards the end, there is even a copy of SGW's Bronze Star citation, as well as a wonderful picture of her receiving it. While she expresses some skepticism about the value of the medal, she knows that her time in Vietnam is something to be proud of. No argument here. If you can read this graphic record of the triumph of the human spirit with dry eyes, you've got a problem. Highly recommended.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Blistering, December 21, 2007
Sharon Wildwind's Viet Nam memoir begins on May 14, 1970 and ends exactly a year later--no ordinary year, in no ordinary place. It is a life-changing year that Sharon spends on assignment in hospitals in Pleiku and Qui Nhon Vietnam, where she sleeps in one of the eight nurses' hooches, a tin-and-wood building with screens and sandbags, and spends her waking hours in Intensive Care, the Emergency Room, or on the wards. It's a tough life, but as Sharon's daily journal shows, it's a life that demands courage, and more than that, the honesty to reveal fear, at least in her journal:
May 30. I've discovered I can fly half-way around the world, lie on the floor of a bus waiting for an ambush, go to sleep during a mortar attack. The worst thing that has happened to me so far is losing my duffel bag because I might have had to borrow clothes that would make me look silly and fatter. People scare me. Jim scared me. Ruth scares me. Captain B. scares me. The doctors scare me. Even the corpsmen scare me. I'm most afraid of not living up to my own expectations. And I will never let anyone see how scared I am. This is a place of courage and that's all I intend to show to the world.
And that's what Wildwind shows us, on every page of her journal--the courage to face death and dying, the horrible chaos of war, the loss of a man she almost loves. But her journal also reveals the courage it takes to face the grinding routine of everyday life: living with the rain and mud, cleaning the hospital, working fourteen nights in a row, waiting for the mail, waiting for a day off. Sharon never writes in generalities; everything is specific, concrete, detailed:
Dec. 17. Like faint background music I am learning the rhythms of the ward, the changing shifts, the coming and going of the patients, the rattle of the medicine cart's stubborn wheel, the endless card games, the sounds of football and Captain Kirk, the Viet Namese children, the lewd remarks, the rounds, the "Good Morning, Viet Nam" that start each day. It's like a waltz, slow and flowing in three-quarter time. I've been dancing to this music a long time now. I want to keep dancing as long as the men do...
It's a cliché to say that war is brutal, but there are no cliches in this journal of real experiences in a terrible place and time that nobody wants to remember. But we must remember and acknowledge it, or we will be doomed to repeat it. Sharon Wildwind's journal is a window into an experience that is too horrible to remember, too powerful to forget.
by Susan Wittig Albert
for Story Circle Book Reviews
www.storycirclebookreviews.org
reviewing books by, for, and about women
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