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A Poem by Linda

The Combat  Medic
A battlefield’s a lonely  place, each one a fox before the hounds,
  sole target of the hunt.  Each one a hound, both stalked and stalking.
  Each ammo flash, each  scream, each moan belongs to all--the air alive 
  with sound and blood and  body parts. A no man’s land of violence.
A bullet finds its home. A fox brought down, a hunter stilled, alone in pain and shadow, bloody mud and sand, shrouded in mist and memory. The hunt recedes to stalk another fox.
A healer moves amidst the carnage, seeking out the fallen. Sure and steady hands find a pulse, probe to stop the life force flowing out. The touch: “You’re not alone. I’ve found you. We’re here together, you and I.” Two soldiers finding healing in the chaos.
Combat Medic Memorial Statue

Combat Medic Memorial Statue, by Bill Walling

The Combat Medic memorial statue is at Fort Sam Houston, San Antonio, Texas. Bill Walling took the photograph in 1988. Other pictures including Bill's nighttime photo (used in the 25th anniversary of the statue's dedication) are available at the AMEDD Museum Gift Shop. The poem (sold in combination with a sketch of the statue) is also available for purchase from the AMEDD Medical Museum. Order them by phoning directly at 210-225-0015 or toll free at 1-800-523-0015. FAX: 210-221-6781. Check the web site at http://www.ameddgiftshop.com or email at .
People with connections to the military have my permission to use the poem.
—Linda Lucas Walling