9 July 2021

Published July 7, 2021 by rochellewisoff

For those who know our MIA FF’r Ted Strutz who suffered a stroke a while back, I wanted to share his progress.

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The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission. It is proper etiquette to give the contributor credit.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


A few might remember a longer version of this story I posted for “What Pegman Saw” in 2017. With the summer being as busy as it is, it seemed like a good time to share a rerun. 😉

Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100


“My dearest Jimmy,

Remember 1971? The year we came back from Vietnam. John Denver must’ve written his hit with you in mind.  

“‘Pineville, West Virginia,’ you whispered low and sweet. Your eyes shone like the stars over the Shenandoah River. You laughed. ‘Just a Podunk town in the middle of nowhere.’

Nonetheless, to you it was ’almost heaven’.”

Sharon tucked the note inside his guitar and leaned it against his headstone. “I kept my promise to meet you here, Jimmy.”

Forever she would carry his face in her heart and hear his last words, “Nurse, please don’t let me die.”


In this image provided by the U.S. Army, the 2nd Brigade was faced with a new problem at their Bien Hoa, Vietnam base: from Fort Rilay to Vietnam come the 93rd Evacuation Hospital complete with nurses on Dec. 19, 1965. The problem of getting a private shower for the girls fell to Company B 1st Engineer Battalion. In the interests of the health, welfare and cleanliness of the nurses, the men of Company B decided to give up their own air-conditioned shower. The dressing area of the shower was boarded up and the entrance-way closed off. An appropriate “Off Limits” sign was made and posted. (AP Photo/U.S. Army)

74 comments on “9 July 2021

  • Wonderful news about Ted, Rochelle. It’s so nice to see his smiling face, thank you for sharing it.

    As usual, your story packs an emotional punch and teaches me something too. I wonder how you got there from the photo (shrapnel, perhaps), but I don’t need to know, all that matters is you did.


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    • Dear Jen,

      I’ve been trying to send weekly notes to Ted and was thrilled to get a card in return. It felt like a good thing to share.

      Thank you re my story. Actually the inspiration for adding this story to the prompt comes from recent cemetery visits on Memorial Day in May. One of those old places had some beautiful headstones carved to look like trees. They were pretty amazing.




  • I’m so glad Ted is feeling better!
    Your story: gut-wrenching and excellent. Horrible injuries, pain, death–I don’t know how these nurses dealt with it without going insane. So many of the boys in Vietnam were so young… Lives cut down before their time.

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    • Dear Gabi,

      It’s about time someone gives credit to those nurses who also suffer PTSD. Vietnam was a horror. The worst part is the way we’ve treated those vets, male and female. Than you re my story.

      I was pretty happy to get the card from Ted and his daughter. And since he has so many blogging friends I wanted to share. 😀



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    • Dear Lisa,

      I think those nurses deserve more credit than they’ve been given. While they weren’t on the battlefield, they certainly dealt with the effects of it. Thank you for your affirming comments.



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      • Rochelle, nurses everywhere are always unsung heroes, in my opinion. My ex-husband was a nurse at a busy emergency room for years and I know what he gave to his job. That’s nothing compared to war nurses and more recently pandemic nurses. You are very welcome, my friend.

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    • Na’ama Y’karah,

      I’m glad (?) that the nurses are finally being recognized. While they weren’t facing the bullets they certainly were faced with the injuries and devastation. I salute them. Thank you for your kind words. Re:Ted…you’re most welcome.



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  • First, Thanks for the update on Ted. I have another card to send out this week. I remember how much those little notes meant to me following the accident in ’96. Some days, they were the only thing that was good. I love your story, and I blew up the pic to see if I recognized one of the ladies. I’ve known many GI nurses over the years who served in ‘Nam, and before. Mrs. C. was one. She was an angel.

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  • Lovely story and a great song to go with it. Thank you for sharing, even if the connection to the picture prompt “stumped” me a little. (Haha, had to say it once it entered my mind to say it.) I get it, the country feeling. Have a great day!

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  • Your story touched my heart for two reasons. My father was in South East Asia three times (Korea in the 1950s (for the war); Laos in the 1960s, and again in the early 1970s to Viet Nam to help negotiate and set up the Paris Peace Talks that ended the war. So, I have a connection, a thin thread, to the war through my father (he was only in a “fighting” position during the Korean War). As always, your words painted an emotional and evocative storey.
    And, the stump: during a windy thunderstorm this week, a tree limb, the size of a tree, came down upon our little house. The rest of the tree, which still towers over our house, is yet to me removed (it’s on a neighbour’s property). The limb has been taken away (an amazing mega-machine experience); now we wait for the landlady’s insurance to okay the repairs, our roof now partly tarps and temporary rafters. As much as I love trees, I would also love to see stumps where several “mighty” oaks tower over our tiny house.
    Strange the serendips (like a tree stump image, and your story of the Viet Nam War) that cross our lives.

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