MY BUDDY
“Nights are long since you went away
I think about you all through the day
My buddy, my buddy
Nobody quite so true
“I miss your voice, the touch of your hand
I long to know that you understand
My buddy, my buddy
Your buddy misses you”
~ written by Gus Kahn & Walter Donaldson
“In a field hospital outside Da Nang, I held the hand of a man who had not responded to doctors for something like seven days. His name was Jim. The doctor called me over and he said, ‘Maybe you can help.’ I said, ‘What’s his wife’s name?’ Someone checked his chart and said her name was Tilly. I took his hand and his flesh was like fish. I said, ‘Jim, I’m Nancy Sinatra and I’m here for the USO. And Jim, I tell you what I’m going to do. When I get home, I’m going to call Tilly and I’m going to tell her that I saw you and that you were just fine. I’m going to tell her that you’ll be home soon.’ And he grabbed my hand so tightly that the doctors had to pry his fingers open to get me out. The doctors were grinning. One said, ‘That’s the first response we’ve had from him at all.’ The man was in a coma and they had thought he wasn’t able to hear.”
“To this day, I can’t watch anything about Viet Nam–
the sights are just too painful.
I cannot talk about the sights, sounds or smells of war.
I have only feelings–no words.
But I do run into guys all the time who say, ‘Thank you.’
~ Nancy Sinatra, Patriot, Singer & Author of Frank Sinatra, An American Legend
Comes A Soldier’s Whisper, honoring our patriots and veterans, past and present.
Text/Photo Source: Nancysinatra.com
