jetdawgg
06-16-09, 02:47 PM
Got this forwarded to me from another Marine friend. Made me all teary eyed so I knew I had to pass it on to you all!
Semper Fi:usmc:
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My dad Angelo was in the hospital in Tacoma, Washington. A former Marine and veteran of the Korean War, he was having his third knee replacement surgery.
A long and very painful operation was going to be made even worse because dad was going through it alone. There was no one to hold his hand, no familiar soft voices to reassure him. His wife was ill and unable to
accompany him or even visit during his week long stay. My sisters and brother lived in California, and I lived even farther away, in Indiana. There wasn't even anyone to drive him to the hospital, so he had arrived that morning by cab.
The thought of my dad lying there alone was more than I could stand. But
what could I do from here? I picked up the phone and called information for
the Puyallup, Washington, Marine Corps recruiting station, where I joined
the Marines ten years before. I thought that, if I could talk to a Marine
and explain the situation, maybe one of them would visit my dad.
I called the number.
A man answered the phone and in a very confident voice said, "United States Marines, Sergeant Vanes. May I help you?"
Feeling just as certain, I replied, "Sergeant Vanes, you may find this
request a little strange, but this is why I am calling." I proceeded to tell
him who I was and that my father was also a former Marine and 100 percent disabled from the Korean War. I explained that he was in the hospital, alone, without anyone to visit and asked if Sergeant Vanes would please go and see him.
Without hesitation, he answered, "Absolutely."
Then I asked, "If I send flowers to the recruiting station, would you
deliver them to my dad when you go to the hospital?"
"Ma'am, I will be happy to take the flowers to your dad. I'll give you my
address. You send them, and I will make sure that he receives them," he
replied.
The next morning, I sent the flowers to Sergeant Vane's office just as we
had planned. I went to work and, that evening, I returned home and phoned my dad to inquire about his surprise visitor. If you have ever talked with a small child after that child has just seen Santa Claus, you will understand the glee I heard in my dad's voice. "I was just waking up when I thought I saw two Marines in their dress blue uniforms standing at the foot of my bed," he told me excitedly. "I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. But they were really there!"
I began to laugh, partly at his excitement, but also because he didn't even
mention his operation. He felt so honored; two Marines he had never met took time out to visit an old Marine like him. He told me again and again how sharp they looked and how all the nurses thought he was so important. "But how did you ever get them to do that"? he asked me. "It was easy. We're all Marines, Dad, past and present. It's the bond."
After hanging up with my dad, I called Sergeant Vanes to thank him for
visiting my dad. And to thank him for the extra things he did to make it
special: wearing his dress blue uniform, bringing another Marine along. He
even took a digital camera with him. He had pictures taken of the two
Marines with my dad right beside his bed. That evening, he emailed them to me so I could see for myself that my dad was not alone and that he was going to be okay.
As for the flowers, they hardly mattered, but I was glad for the opportunity to express my feelings. The card read: "Daddy, I didn't want just anyone bringing you flowers, so I sent the World's Finest.
Semper Fi."
- Tre' M. Barron
Semper Fi:usmc:
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My dad Angelo was in the hospital in Tacoma, Washington. A former Marine and veteran of the Korean War, he was having his third knee replacement surgery.
A long and very painful operation was going to be made even worse because dad was going through it alone. There was no one to hold his hand, no familiar soft voices to reassure him. His wife was ill and unable to
accompany him or even visit during his week long stay. My sisters and brother lived in California, and I lived even farther away, in Indiana. There wasn't even anyone to drive him to the hospital, so he had arrived that morning by cab.
The thought of my dad lying there alone was more than I could stand. But
what could I do from here? I picked up the phone and called information for
the Puyallup, Washington, Marine Corps recruiting station, where I joined
the Marines ten years before. I thought that, if I could talk to a Marine
and explain the situation, maybe one of them would visit my dad.
I called the number.
A man answered the phone and in a very confident voice said, "United States Marines, Sergeant Vanes. May I help you?"
Feeling just as certain, I replied, "Sergeant Vanes, you may find this
request a little strange, but this is why I am calling." I proceeded to tell
him who I was and that my father was also a former Marine and 100 percent disabled from the Korean War. I explained that he was in the hospital, alone, without anyone to visit and asked if Sergeant Vanes would please go and see him.
Without hesitation, he answered, "Absolutely."
Then I asked, "If I send flowers to the recruiting station, would you
deliver them to my dad when you go to the hospital?"
"Ma'am, I will be happy to take the flowers to your dad. I'll give you my
address. You send them, and I will make sure that he receives them," he
replied.
The next morning, I sent the flowers to Sergeant Vane's office just as we
had planned. I went to work and, that evening, I returned home and phoned my dad to inquire about his surprise visitor. If you have ever talked with a small child after that child has just seen Santa Claus, you will understand the glee I heard in my dad's voice. "I was just waking up when I thought I saw two Marines in their dress blue uniforms standing at the foot of my bed," he told me excitedly. "I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. But they were really there!"
I began to laugh, partly at his excitement, but also because he didn't even
mention his operation. He felt so honored; two Marines he had never met took time out to visit an old Marine like him. He told me again and again how sharp they looked and how all the nurses thought he was so important. "But how did you ever get them to do that"? he asked me. "It was easy. We're all Marines, Dad, past and present. It's the bond."
After hanging up with my dad, I called Sergeant Vanes to thank him for
visiting my dad. And to thank him for the extra things he did to make it
special: wearing his dress blue uniform, bringing another Marine along. He
even took a digital camera with him. He had pictures taken of the two
Marines with my dad right beside his bed. That evening, he emailed them to me so I could see for myself that my dad was not alone and that he was going to be okay.
As for the flowers, they hardly mattered, but I was glad for the opportunity to express my feelings. The card read: "Daddy, I didn't want just anyone bringing you flowers, so I sent the World's Finest.
Semper Fi."
- Tre' M. Barron