By the way, ‘corps’ is pronounced ‘core’ -- NOT ‘corpse’, as the current CIOTUS is so fond of reading off his/her/its teleprompter.
Even though the Navy managed to lose ALL my shot records and I had to take ALL my shots over again (three months worth, in two days), I still have the utmost respect for Navy doctors. The good part of that deal was -- I don’t remember those five mile runs and forced marches while I was in Staging Battalion before shipping out for Viet Nam.
While I was in Nam, whatever disease it was that I contracted, never made it to my Service Record Book. All I know is, that after two days of puking my guts up, crap coming out the other end CONTINUOUSLY, the chills and fever and while still trying to stay in the field -- Gunny ordered me to sick bay. Doc gave me a couple of shots and some pills to take for a week, dutifully chewed my ass out for not getting to him sooner 'cause I could have DIED (at the time, death was looking pretty good) and I was back in the field by the next day.
Then, there was the time when I was running for a fighting hole at night during the rainy season, slipped and fell on my M60 machine gun and then my a-gunner fell on top of me. I hobbled around for a couple of days until Gunny AGAIN ordered me to sick bay. Doc gave me some salve to put on my hip and I was back in the field.
Okay. So, none of this ever made it to my SRB. At the time, we were all a little too busy to be ‘note taking’.
I tell all of this to make a point. It was our battlefield Corpsmen (ALL affectionately known as ‘Doc’, who kept us going.
This is from another post that I read on a daily basis. Robert Laplander of humanevents.com has been writing about Medal of Honor recipients from the Vietnam War for the past month.
The article in today’s post caught my eye because it was about a Navy Corpsman, the event happened three months before I would be there and Ingram was with Charlie, 1/7 in Quang Ngai Province -- a Marine unit and an area that I would become REALLY familiar with, more soon than later, in my tour of duty in Viet Nam.
Medal of Honor Roll Call: Robert R. Ingram
Ignoring his own safety, Navy Corpsman pressed on to save many Marines
It has been my honor to present these recipients from the Vietnam War this month. May we as Americans always remember that they went when asked, fought as instructed, and many are still among us today; living heroes, one and all. We wrap up the month with a Corpsman who not only was willing to give his last ounce for the Marines under his charge, but then -- incredibly -- was spared to see them live.
Though Ingram survived his ‘crowded hour’, his Medal wasn’t presented until July 10, 1998, when then-President Bill Clinton bestowed it during a ceremony in the White House, alongside twenty-four of the men Ingram served with. The delay of more than thirty years was attributed to ‘lost paperwork’.
Robert R. Ingram
Rank and organization:
Hospital Corpsman Third Class
Place and date: Quang Ngai Province, Republic of Vietnam, 28 March 1966
Entered service at: Clearwater, FL
Born: 20 January, 1945 Clearwater, FL
For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while serving as Corpsman with Company C, First Battalion, Seventh Marines against elements of a North Vietnam Aggressor (NVA) battalion in Quang Ngai Province Republic of Vietnam on 28 March 1966. Petty Officer Ingram accompanied the point platoon as it aggressively dispatched an outpost of an NVA battalion. The momentum of the attack rolled off a ridge line down a tree covered slope to a small paddy and a village beyond. Suddenly, the village tree line exploded with an intense hail of automatic rifle fire from approximately 100 North Vietnamese regulars. In mere moments, the platoon ranks were decimated. Oblivious to the danger, Petty Officer Ingram crawled across the bullet spattered terrain to reach a downed Marine. As he administered aid, a bullet went through the palm of his hand. Calls for “CORPSMAN” echoed across the ridge. Bleeding, he edged across the fire swept landscape, collecting ammunition from the dead and administering aid to the wounded. Receiving two more wounds before realizing the third wound was life-threatening, he looked for a way off the race of the ridge, but again he heard the call for corpsman and again, he resolutely answered. Though severely wounded three times, he rendered aid to those incapable until he finally reached the right flank of the platoon. While dressing the head wound of another corpsman, he sustained his fourth bullet wound. From sixteen hundred hours until just prior to sunset, Petty Officer Ingram pushed, pulled, cajoled, and doctored his Marines. Enduring the pain from his many wounds and disregarding the probability of his demise, Petty Officer Ingram’s intrepid actions saved many lives that day. By his indomitable fighting spirit, daring initiative, and unfaltering dedications to duty, Petty Officer Ingram reflected great credit upon himself and upheld the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service.
I started to crop out the other former Chief Idiot of the United States that’s in the picture with Ingram. I decided to leave him in to remind ourselves that there HAVE BEEN other Chief Idiots of the United States... just not as bad as the CIOTUS that we have now. I mean, it could have been Jimmy Carter!
I’ve never been in any danger of receiving the Medal of Honor... but, under the present Chief Idiot of the United States (and some of the past,) I would ask if the gardener -- or someone on the cleaning staff -- be allowed to do me the honors...
...or, just mail it to me.
Here’s to all the ‘Docs’ out there! God loves ya, Doc! -- and I DAMN SURE LOVE YA, DOC!