FIGURE It is terribly hard, after being so involved with war and its tragedy, to forget or even to push it aside to a corner of one's mind. Memories of the boys and men we patched back together and who subsequently lived are overshadowed by all those we couldn't "fix," all those who later died, and those who later wished they had died.
Someday this will end and I'll go home and wear cute white uniforms and work an eight-hour day and sleep without nightmares and I'll be happy and satisfied with my county hospital pediatric ward job and I'll forget I ever lived in this horror and who are you trying to kid anyway, Jones?
Nancy I. Jones
July 1971