Aside from a smoking ban, little else has changed.
A couple of years ago, one of the physicians at Walter Reed started bringing some of his recovering patients down to the Blues Jam I run at the Zoo Bar here in Washington, DC. Some of the men (they were all men) were missing an arm, some a leg, and some were missing one of each.
They were a very cool bunch, genuinely happy to still be alive, and they all enjoyed the music, especially when their doctor sat in.
The surgeon was transferred and hopefully those men all went home, back to their loved ones, and began dealing with the profound changes in their lives as a result of their injuries in either Afghanistan or Iraq.
I miss them.
2 comments:
Wow, that's cool! I wish I had been coming to the Zoo Bar when those guys were coming from Walter Reed.
Nice bllog post
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