Robin’s eyes were injected red and full of tears. Her pitiful expression on that sweltering Dallas morning at Ben and Helen’s in early September 1970 is forever burned into my memory. It conveyed panic, my desertion, loss, fear, and disbelief. Her eyes asked, “How could you do this to me?”
I had no choice. The US Army was sending me to Vietnam as a trauma surgeon for a year. The good-bye was as sad as attending the wake of a loved one.
Not to say we did not know this day would eventually challenge us. We had prepared, but there is nothing as devastating as having to experience that onset of separation.
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