All in all I like to think that I had a good run over the 16 plus years I put in. It will be my Marines that I will miss the most, I never really understood completely about how attached a corpsman gets to his Marines until they medevaced me from Fallujah in May of last year. When they told me in Germany that I was too broken for them to fix I asked them to send me back to Iraq and the doctor laughed at me, she told me all you Marines are alike, you only want to get back in the fight. I told her that she was right, except that I wasn't a Marine, I was one of their coprsmen. She told me that I should know better. I got to laugh at her then. Sure, I knew better but I wanted to be back there with my grunts. Which brings us to today... I was fortunate enough to spend a week out on a rifle range providing medical coverage after being asked to by my first Sea Daddy who was on terminal leave, and I am gald that I got that chance to wear my cammies one last time and end my career with the Devil Dogs on a high note with no one trying to kill anybody.













