Yesterday was D Day. One of my patients, who has since passed away, was on Omaha Beach that day. He recounted to me when I met him that he remembered being on the transport heading to the beach. The soldiers said a prayer as they beached, all believing that they probably would not survive the day. He told me, he woke up the next morning, surprised. Every day after that if someone asked him how he was - he would say “Every morning, I wake up surprised”. He survived to come home, marry, have children, grandchildren and great grandchildren…he was eternally grateful. He was part of the group of veterans invited to the D Day ceremony in 2019. He brought me the permission slip, medically clearing him to go. He was 95 - his health was fair. My initial thought was, should I clear someone this elderly to go across the world for several celebrations. However instead I asked him 2 questions. 1. Did he want to go? (yes he did). And 2. If ...
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