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Jennifer: Doc

"You'll never know the heartache of lookin' a grown man in the eye, and he asks am I gonna make it..

"...and you've gotta lie. They call me Doc, but I ain't got no degree. When it hits the fan, they're callin' for me." ~They Call Me Doc, Walker McGuire.

"Thanks for serving"
they say to the obvious heroes, 
the ones on TV, the combat vets, 
the ones with all the medals, 
but the ones that really 
make a difference to us out there?

The ones that make sure 
those heroes survive 
to see their families and all the admirers?

The only ones that call them heroes 
are the ones that know them, 
the ones they've patched up.

My best friend over there was a field medic, 
my hero was the one standing over me, 
making sure I'd make it home to my children, 
not the one standing a few feet away 
continuing to fight.

The only thing that makes William's death easier
is the hope that he had a wonderful Doc,
fighting tooth and nail to keep him on this earth
for as long as was logical.

*To all the veterans out there, thank you. I don't think people thank y'all enough, or think about y'all enough, so, yeah. Thanks. <3***

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