ward that day survived.
Two weeks later, the battalion commander, Lieutenant Colonel Harold Vance, visited me. SupportVeterans
Without ceremony, he removed the heron insignia from his uniform and pinned it onto mine.
“You’re one of us now, Lieutenant,” he said. “You looked after forty-one of our own.”
I told him about Danny.
He listened quietly.
Then he placed a hand on my shoulder.
“You honored your brother forty-one times.”
I’ve treasured that little pin ever since.
I wore it during my years as a school nurse.
I wore it to
