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Meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Agnes Fortune
Published July 7, 2017 by Jim
In our nineteenth edition of the Donut Dollie Detail, Agnes Fortune tells how seeing friends from college going off to Vietnam prompted her to take the patriotic step towards joining the Donut Dollies, recounting the danger of flying in a helicopter and riding in a Jeep in a combat zone, and that upon arriving home, she discovered that all other jobs were boring compared to the work she did in Vietnam.
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Please meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Agnes Fortune…
I graduated from college in 1968 and every male I went to school with was going to Vietnam. I also wanted to do something on my own that was patriotic.
I was stationed at Blackhorse in Long Kahn Province (11th Armored Cavalry under Col. Patton, the General's son) from about November, 1968 to the end of January, 1969 and I served with Donut Dollie's Lola and Kay. I then served in Cu Chi (25th Infantry Division) from January, 1969 to July, 1969, where I replaced Dorset Hoogland Anderson (featured in the upcoming Donut Dollie Documentary), and served with Karen, Judy, Cindy, Lou, Jane, and Carolyn. My last base was Long Binh (also known as II Field Force with the 199th Light Infantry Brigade), where I served with Ellie, Betty and others. While in Vietnam, I went by the nickname of Aggie.
Those areas I served in were all combat zones, so my routine day was flying by helicopter out to about 6 fire support bases and "putting on" our programs with one other Donut Dollie. We would eat C rations in the field for lunch or serve and eat hot food if available. We would fly back to our base, take a shower and go to a stand down of troops we saw when they were back in base camp.
Yes, I had close calls. At Blackhorse, we were under threat of being overrun one night, because so many of the squadrons were out in the field – it didn't happen, but we sat up all night in helmets and flack jackets. At Cu Chi, it was common to be rocketed at night and we would spend part of the night in our underground bunker, a boxcar – once at Cu Chi we were shot down in a helicopter, but were able to take off again and land safely at base camp. We would also be rocketed out in the field and once was shot at while riding in a Jeep at Tay Ninh.
I was never injured.
Working in the hospitals was the worst. During TET of 1969 we had a number of severe injuries at Cu Chi. We could not go out to the field, so we assisted on the critical care wards writing letters home to families describing the soldier's injuries. I doubt many of those men made it home and feel sad knowing my letter was the last thing many of those loved ones got. We were told not to sign our names, because the families would try to find us back in the states to get details, which we probably would not remember, because there were so many injured. I wrote a letter for one soldier and his injuries were so severe, I couldn't tell where his face was.
I did not come straight home. I hitch-hiked home for 6 months around the world. When I did get back in early 1970, no one wanted to talk about Vietnam. Finding a job was miserable, because the jobs were all so boring compared to Vietnam, my first real job.
I would like people to know that we worked very hard and believed in what we were doing. We were not prolonging the war, just making it better for those who were there.
The veterans I have met have all been appreciative.
Fondest memories – I don't know that I can think of one or two – everyday was jam packed with things to do – probably being out in the field was my favorite.
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Meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Marrilee Shannon
Published June 30, 2017 by Jim
In our eighteenth edition of the Donut Dollie Detail, Marrilee Shannon tells how having a father and brother in the military and wanting to support the men serving prompted her to go to Vietnam, that the Donut Dollies worked 6AM – 6PM, 6 days a week and then some, and how she and her DD partner Nancy were invited onto the USS Saint Paul (CA-73) to give a performance to nearly 1,000 men onboard.
Please meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Marrilee Shannon…
I graduated from University of New Mexico in 1969 with a degree in Recreation. My mom saw an ad in the Roseville, CA paper looking for women to go to Vietnam through the Red Cross for their SRAO recreation program. My father was in the Air Force and my mom didn't give it a second thought. I went because I believed that if young men were serving so should I, a kind of equal rights! LOL! I did not feel patriotic about it, but I felt it was important to support the men, not our purpose, not war or fighting "communism". I also knew that my older brother had already served in the war and that my father was serving in Thailand and flying into Vietnam and that I might marry a guy who had been sent there. I felt I needed to know what this war was about myself so I went for these reasons and of course "I needed a job!"
I was stationed as an SRAO programmer and director at three stations – Cu Chi 25th Infantry, Cam Rahn AFB, Phan Rang AFB from late 1969 – late 1970. I was known as Marrilee in Vietnam.
It depended on whether you were stationed in a Clubmobile Unit, which was mobile travel by air each day to firebases or if you were stationed at an Army or Air Force base. The different services had very different bases. The third type of station duty would be a combination of a Recreation center and Clubmobile. You would work at the center so many days and then go out on Clubmobile runs in a truck to a local unit stationed near the main base. When I was stationed at the Cu Chi 25th Infantry base, it was all Clubmobile unit runs. We flew 6am – 6pm, six days a week with Sundays "off". Every Sunday dinner, was with the General. It was required.
Not really. We had a teargas grenade tossed under one of the helicopters I was in, but we took off so quickly that we were not affected. The military were very protective of us and we had to clear every flight we made on the day of departure with the local intelligence officer.
I was not injured. I became severely depressed after a few months in Cu Chi. It was the 25th Infantry Division and it was a Clubmobile unit that worked 6 days a week. They would bring men in from the field who had not eaten at a table in a year or so or seen a "round eye" (American woman) and we would all sit at a 6ft table with a rotating lazy susan in the middle that each person could operate from their seat with a little switch. I felt it degraded the women and the poor guys that were brought there. It was our only day off. After you go out and try to "lift" the spirits of men at war all day, every day, it is very important to have a little time to recharge and decompress in order to go out and do it all over again with enthusiasm and grace. The men from the field were always so very uncomfortable and nervous. You would be too!
It was not my "job" to visit the soldiers in the hospital. There were many SRAO women who did that and it was done on their off time. I went with one of the gals in my unit in Cam Ranh Bay. She went frequently and was accustomed to seeing the guys who were sick or wounded. I just went the one time. It made me too uncomfortable. My job made me uncomfortable sometimes as well, but I was committed to my duty.
Coming home was strange. It was at a time where the military were supposed to change into their civilian clothes when coming home. Remember, I was a military brat and I came home when my father was still active duty in California at McClellan AFB near Sacramento, CA. I immediately wanted to go and speak at the Officer's Wives' Club to "tell" them what it was really like in Vietnam for the men and their husbands. My mom said "that wouldn't be a good idea". I never went. It was strange to try and understand why no one really wanted to "know" what was "going on" in Vietnam and it was sad to see the returning Vets treated so poorly.
One time I was in the field with a troop deployment. The men were shipping out, boarding troop carriers and we were wishing them well, as the loud speaker overhead was delivering President Nixon's message that "we are not going into Cambodia". I couldn't help myself, I asked the guys, "Where are you headed?", one of the fellas answered "Cambodia." That kinda changed my concept of government and truth in government from that point on and I still hold the same beliefs concerning government actions and war to this day. I was 23 years old at the time and I am 70 now.
It will never happen, but I believe that anyone who served in Vietnam should be considered a Veteran (the Donut Dollies never received such designation, as we were Civilian non-combatants). The women who "served" were all college graduates who chose to go to Vietnam. They came from all over our country and gave what they could for their country.
It has always been a gift to talk to any of the "guys" that remember us.
I am very proud of the women I served with and all the women who served with the SRAO.
The guys on Nui Ba Den Signal Relay firebase built us a "private" Black and Red Latrine!
I enjoyed playing my guitar and singing for some guys who stopped for a break on the "road to somewhere".
Being radioed from a ship off the coast of Phan Thiet while flying in a helicopter. They requested that we land on their ship. We did and gave a closed circuit performance of sorts on their closed circuit television system aboard the ship! This is the thank you note the ship commander gave to us:
"On behalf of the men of SAINT PAUL, I would like to extend to you a special thanks and note of appreciation for the efforts of two of the young ladies in the SRAO program, Miss Marrilee Shannon and Miss Nancy Olsen. On Thursday, 3 September they visited the SAINT PAUL by helo and considerably brightened the lives of about 1,000 young men who comprise the crew of this heavy cruiser. They explained their program, and then sang on our closed circuit television system for over two hours and proved themselves to be quite good entertainers. It was a little difficult at first to accurately assess the impact they had on the morale of the crew. But, after waiting three weeks, I still hear many favorable comments regarding their strong impact and extremely pleasant visit. I can say that their boost to morale was nothing short of outstanding. They were splendid representatives of the United States.
Many thanks again,
Commander Don Knutson Sr."
Meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Linda Meinders Webb
In our seventeenth edition of the Donut Dollie Detail, Linda Meinders Webb tells how her experience with the Peace Corps and her interest about America's involvement in Vietnam led her to become a Donut Dollie, about the dangers men and women faced while there, and seeing the soldier's faces light up when they visited with them.
Please meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Linda Meinders Webb…
What prompted you to join the SRAO (Supplemental Recreation Activities Overseas) and want to go to Vietnam?
I had been in the Peace Corps in India and wanted to go overseas again. I applied for the Teachers Corps and was accepted to the University of Wisconsin, but went to the St. Louis Chapter of the Red Cross and thought it would be exciting to go to Vietnam. I wanted to find out more about America's involvement in Vietnam.
I went to Washington, DC for training the day Nixon was inaugurated in January, 1969 and then to Danang, Cam Ranh Air (TTY), Cam Ranh Army, and then Pleiku at the headquarters of the 45th Infantry and left in January, 1970. I didn't use a nickname, other than Linda from Minnesota, but I did hear Legs or long legs.
Donut Dollies Linda Meinders Webb, Judy Probert, Margi Ness and Kit Sparrow Cotton (L-R) visiting with an unnamed 4th Infantry soldier at a firebase near Camp Enari (Pleiku) in December, 1969
No routine day, but days were long at Danang where I spent most of my time – either going to the Recreation Center, to see units via Jeep or C-130, then back to a house shared with 10-11 others and to eat at the Officer's Mess at night and perhaps see a movie. Some evenings we went to the General's Mess. At Cam Ranh Army and Pleiku, I spent more time at night either in our trailer or hooch with other Red Cross staff after dinner. On off days, we went to the beach and had our nails done.
Yes, I spent nights in the bunker listening to C-130's overhead at Danang. I went to change of command and we had incoming and someone tackled me since I did not get down fast enough. Another time we were in a helicopter when we dodged fire. One day we were at the last base after going swimming at noon, so we had our swim suits on and were asked to go to water hole to swim. We considered, but declined. When another Donut Dollie from our unit went to that same unit for their visit the following week, they learned that some of the servicemen that went to the water hole were hit by mines and some did not survive.
No, thankfully.
This was draining and I can still see the inside of a hospital where we visited Marines in Quang Tri, north of Danang. There was a Marine completely bandaged – probably burned, and he was so positive and talking about going back to the front. Visiting the psych ward was draining. I did feel appreciated by remarks made by the soldiers and staff.
I was from Minnesota, but flew to Georgia and visited for a few weeks with another Donut Dollie (Elsie Wright) at her home and then we traveled around the USA, stopping at my home in Minnesota on the way. Afterwards, I lived in Atlanta and worked with Peace Corps and VISTA Recruiting, living with other Donut Dollies (Betsy Tanner, Heidi Wendt, Nancy Matthews). We said it was our half-way house, because most of the people I was surrounded myself with had been overseas. It was easier for me, than for some others.
Donut Dollies Linda Webb (seated) and – Margi Ness, Kit Sparrow Cotton and Judy Probert (L-R) at a firebase near Camp Enari (Pleiku) in December, 1969
That we loved our job and it was a challenge and a service to make life fun and easier for those who were in the military. I have respect for anyone that serves in the military service. I understand why we needed a college degree and excellent health (physical and mental) to become a Donut Dollie, because it was easier to get a job and settle afterwards. I am glad that I was in the Peace Corps before, so I knew myself and wanted to continue serving my country.
I went to a helicopter reunion in Dotham, AL and it seemed that pilots held us in esteem, but did not want to relate on personal basis – maybe because we were older. Older officers have been the ones to say they appreciated us greatly.
What were your fondest or most interesting memories of your time serving in Vietnam?
Evenings talking and sharing experiences (I was reminded that we saw Colin Powell in Danang), comradeship of other Donut Dollies, seeing faces of soldiers and Marines light up when visiting them at their base – whether playing our games, pencil or pen, and talking one on one. One time we visited soldiers who were on a hill and lookout – they had a monkey on their shoulder and were very casual – had not seen much action and were very excited to see us. Rides in helicopters and C-130's were something that were almost a daily routine and then stopped – I even remember riding shotgun in a bomber back to base (probably not approved). Many experiences were shared in one year – exciting and special to me. We told some GI's that we went to Bangkok every night, because they were afraid for us & had rougher nights than we did and could not imagine how we survived. Donut Dollie Ginny Close and I spoke to Marines about our Peace Corps experiences and one Marine said that one of the differences of us as Peace Corps Volunteers and Marines in Vietnam was that in Vietnam they worked as we did, but did not know who was our friend/enemy at night. Fighting was done at night, tunnels were dug, bombs were planted and dropped, etc.
P.S. – In the three photos above that the Donut Dollies appear in red dresses, which were their Christmas outfits, Linda Meinders Webb explains "I bought the material and had them made in Hong Kong, so they were original for us, but not approved by American Red Cross.
Meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Terre Deegan-Young
In our sixteenth edition of the Donut Dollie Detail, Terre Deegan-Young tells how her decision to go to Vietnam was for adventure and to help make up her mind about the war, how her work was both challenging and gratifying, and how in the heat of war she saw young, brave soldiers go from "boys to men" right before her eyes.
Please meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Terre Deegan-Young…
I was in college in the late 60's. The war was all over the news including Kent State. My father had served in WWII and was a pilot at the time for the Illinois National Guard. So, I was getting "opinions" from both sides – he was pro the war and military, my college friends were all against our actions. I wanted to go over there for myself and make up my OWN mind. I knew my outspoken personality would NEVER fly in the military, but heard about the Red Cross program. It seemed like the perfect solution. Plus it filled my desire to do some sort of an "adventure". The prospect of college – marriage – motherhood, in that order, just didn't fit for me. I saw that path years down the road. But Women's Lib was just beginning and I was all for the choices we would/should have.
I was in Vietnam from Fall of 1970 until summer of 1971. I was first stationed in Chu Lai with Americal Division. Stayed there till after the holidays in December of '70 until I was sent down south to Bien Hoa with the 1st Cav. I believe I was there from about January until March or April of 1971. I then went back north to Camp Eagle with the 101st. My legal name was Therese, but I always just went by "Terre".
I think the question of "routine" day would be close to impossible for any Donut Dollie to answer. That was the challenge (and beauty) of this job. NOTHING was routine. You would always have some obstacle to overcome while trying to do your job… a helicopter would be late, weather would delay your departure, the guys you were supposed to visit wouldn't have returned to that particular firebase, there would be some dignitary there and the generals would want you to "play" hostess or something to these people, etc., etc.
If I could attempt to make any day 'typical', at least for me, it would be to rise very early as most chopper rides wanted you out on the pad around sunrise. You get your partner for the day (never traveled alone) and what "program" you had decided to use all day. You made sure you had some goodies to give out, especially "short-timer" calendars, which they all loved. And off you would go, hopefully with a little breakfast in you. It was always cold at first, so you have your trusty field jacket on while you waited at the pad. With any luck, the ride you arranged the night before would show up. You confirm that they are headed to the firebase you need to visit. And off you go.
At the base, you check in with one of the high ranking officers. You confirm which groups you want to visit with – trying to get to all of them if possible. This would usually include the artillery guys, the transportation guys, maybe support groups like mess hall, etc. And the most important, only because we could only catch them periodically, was any infantry group that was on a "stand down" back at the firebase at the time. Sometimes, if it was a big group, you would see them by platoon. Of course all of this depended on the numerous schedules of these various groups. So, being flexible and a good "suck up" was key to seeing as many as possible in your one day. If it was a small outpost, you sometimes scheduled a "lunch" pick up and headed to another base just to fill the day.
You would have various luck depending on the group. Some were very welcoming, some just wanted to talk and NOT do the program (which was fine), some wanted their officers to attend, others wanted time just with us so they could vent, and some were VERY tired from other duties and were a bit upset we were there – but that was rare. Again, flexibility was key – evaluating each group to give them what they needed, NOT what we expected to present. Some LOVED the games/programs and hated to see us end. Others really wanted only the contact and a "taste of home". Most wanted to spoil us with whatever food might be a special treat, especially if they had just been resupplied with soda or other treasures not normally available.
After a full day, you drag your program bag and your tired, hot and dirty self, to the pad and PRAY that a helicopter will pick you up, especially if there are storm clouds filling the sky. At least once a week, you have to ask the radio guys to just put out a "full on request for any chopper in the area" to come and get you. Often the one that you carefully scheduled for this had been sent on to a priority job other than providing you a ride home. As you climbed aboard, you could count on a few guys watching you take off… and you would extend your hand out the door with a peace sign to be returned by the same special gesture from them as a way of saying "until next time" and a wish for all of us.
After a much needed shower, you either started creating a "new" program, or scheduling all your runs for the next day, or answering some silly question from the higher ups in Saigon, you never knew (I was the program director in Bien Hoa and Unit Director at Camp Eagle, so I often had administrative duties to handle at end of the day). Other nights, you were "required" to attend a special officer's dinner or award ceremony or whatever. And you would always do this, as it really helped with relations and you getting the services you needed to preform your job. At least once or twice a week, there was a fun event so you could just relax with some guys that invited you over or you go hear a visiting band… depending on your energy level and interest.
Footnote: I always worked with units that did a LOT of firebase work (and I loved this). So, I never really spent much time at any Red Cross recreation centers (Bien Hoa was only place I ever worked that had one on base). I LOVED flying, so I always got assigned to those duties. And when I was in charge of the schedule, I would make it work out that way.
Occasionally being told when flying that someone was "shooting at us", but I never could hear anything. Once, we got caught by weather out at one of the battalion bases of 1st Cav. There was just NO way a chopper could come get us. Since it was a bit more equipped than a firebase, they put together somewhere for us to sleep that night (in an office). The next day was no better and the higher ups really wanted us back at our base so they weren't responsible. They dressed us in bullet proof vests, helmets, etc. and loaded us all in a jeep. They had gunners in our jeep, in the jeep following us and the one leading. The road was NOT considered secure, so I was a bit freaked until we made the hour or so ride back to base.
Another time, we were at a firebase and the call went out over the PA speakers that we were under attack by the enemy firing from the wire perimeter. We were in the middle of a program and all the guys ran off to their stations to return fire. It wasn't too serious and over really soon. But for a few moments, we basically were "on our own". My partner and I just found the lowest hooch we could to crawl into. And, I am now embarrassed to recall… but the soldier that lived there had left his radio on. I immediately turned it off, thinking that if the bad guys get on to firebase, I didn't want any noise that they would feel they had to investigate and then find us… stupid, I know.
The worst "close call" probably was on Christmas when we were allowed to actually go into the field to visit an infantry group. The commander wanted to bring hot food to any guys that had to be on the front line on Christmas. We were invited to go and help serve. It took about 3 choppers to get all the higher ups, the chaplain and the food out to the various platoons for this company. At one stop, truly IN THE FIELD, we set up and were dishing out tons of treats for these guys. There were probably about 100 of them, so it was a long line and took some time to get them food, ice cream, goody bags, etc. Unfortunately, the landing of 3 choppers and the noise of distribution (even though we were being as quiet as we could) drew attention of the "enemy" and shots were fired into our group. Again, our soldiers reacted on instinct and created a safe perimeter. One captain threw me and other Donut Dollie down and covered us with vests, etc. I was happy for that, as once again my first instinct was to hide behind a PAPER BOX FILLED WITH MILK CARTONS, which was not exactly going to stop a bullet.
I tell both of these experiences to point out something very important and two lessons learned by me.
1) Both show how little training we all got before we went over there. In neither case were we doing something against the rules. We were just in the middle of "war time activity". The short two weeks we spent in Washington, DC before going to Vietnam, we left NEVER addressed anything close to what we should do IF this happened. Perhaps it was because the Red Cross is "neutral" on all war activity. But they had to know we MIGHT have to react to these dangers. My memory might be different than other women, but I only remember the training to include how we were supposed to BEHAVE – dress appropriately – not date married men – not curse – Red Cross history – military ranks and what they meant. I do not recall ANYTHING that would have helped me in these situations. I had NEVER even been around guns in my life, that's how "innocent" we all were to real war and danger and how to respond.
2) The second "lesson learned" is one that I will take to my grave. For the majority of the time while working in Vietnam, I was "playing" and laughing and entertaining 19 year old (average age) BOYS who were placed in an adult and horrific situation. BOTH times (on the firebase and in the field), these "boys" instantly turned into men right before my eyes. They acted on instinct, on survival and ran to do what they were trained to do. They NEVER held back or cowered. They went right to work. But the real surprise to me was how their faces changed right before my eyes. They really went from looking like your typical teens, innocent and unguarded to looking MUCH older, experienced 'warriors', if that is the word. I have never seen such a spontaneous, immediate transformation of human expression and behavior in an instant. And when danger was over, they went right back to the sweet 19 year olds most of them were. I guess I could say that I got to see what war does to someone, since this required transformation probably happened to them almost daily… not good for your emotional health and development at such young age. (Sorry, that was a bit of a commentary from a trained counselor many years later.)
I fell, tripped or got caught on some of the razor wire that was everywhere over there. It just cut up my thigh a bit, lots of blood, but not much of a wound. Of course, you would have thought I had a fatal gun shot… the medics and all were so very sweet. I have a picture of me in their "hut" with a huge bandage and a big smile on my face from being treated like a queen (like always).
Of course, this is where we all got such an appreciation for the nurses that had this most difficult job. The men were all bandaged and cleaned up by the time we saw them. It was certainly one of the harder parts of our duties. We would go bed to bed, visit a bit, give them a short-timers calendar or whatever we had. Most often, it was just chatting or them telling us if they had a "million $$ wound", meaning they would be sent home because of it. The truly difficult moments were when they would tell us that they lost a limb or the use of one… or some other life changing wound. They would slowly inform us of this (even if it was evident), then ask if we thought their wife/girlfriend or any woman would now find them "less than". And then they would closely watch our face for our reaction. We had to immediately encourage them that it would basically "be all right" – that they wouldn't be rejected, that they were loved for who they were, and that hadn't changed. We had no idea if this was true, but it was what they needed to hear at the time – from an American "round eye" and considering the status they assigned to us because of it. It was heart wrenching to do. But our job was based on hope and on the "real world" they all wanted to return to after this nightmare. (Oops, there I go again.)
I didn't want to come home just yet. I felt I had more to do there and wanted to stay for at least a few more months. It was such gratifying work, I knew I wouldn't replace it and wanted to get all I could, while I could. But my sister was getting married and my father put LOTS of "Catholic guilt" on me saying it was an important family event and I needed to be there. I really loved my family and wanted to respect his wishes. Especially since I knew my mother sacrificed a lot of "peace of mind" while I was in Vietnam. So, I agreed to leave (it was about a month short of my year-long tour).
I stalled on the journey home, stopping in San Francisco to visit Karen Kent, a fellow Donut Dollie. This was a good move, as she had returned a few months before me, so she could help with the SHOCK of being stateside. I remember we went to a San Francisco Giants baseball game. It put me around more people than I had been exposed to for a very long time. Just going on a pedestrian bridge across a 10 lane highway to get to the game was terrifying. But even harder was that none of the men were taking notice of us!!! Karen just started laughing at me because she knew – as hard as all the attention was for us all that time in Vietnam, especially when you wanted to be invisible and have private time – you did like feeling like a celebrity, or a supermodel, or rock star, etc. You were one of about 10,000 (male vs. female odds). And it was a bit of an adjustment to again be one of the crowd.
Grocery stores were amazing… all that fresh food. People being impatient, worried about trivial things, that was another shock. Did they not know that their problems were so very minor in the scope of the world? I felt like I had been on another planet all this time.
Home was tough, although I didn't realize it at the time. Getting off the plane and into my mother's arms, I knew that I was the one that put all those new worry/wrinkle lines on her face. My sister's wedding kept me busy (and years later she told me she didn't WANT me at the wedding, afraid I would get all the attention – guess "Father doesn't always know best"). I "thought" I was doing fine, but I have heard I would just sit and stare often. My family and friends really didn't know "how" to talk to me, so they never asked. Neither did the general public, as they wanted the whole thing to just go away by that point. And knowing how everyone felt, I never brought anything up. So, I guess, down deep, I was looking for an escape from this "expected" normal life that I was now supposed to lead. When the chance came to hitchhike around Europe with Karen, I jumped at it. I worked a waitress job to earn the money and within 6 months, I was on the road again. Karen spoke "my language". We even visited MANY of our soldier friends that were now stationed in Europe. So, we sort of "continued" our jobs, just on safer soil. It was what I needed and wanted and eased me back into the "real world".
When the money ran out and I had to return to reality, it was tough. I did do social work in a dangerous neighborhood in Chicago, probably to keep the "thrill" alive. And then, met a friend of my brother's that had recently returned from Vietnam and we began to date – sharing that bond and "thinking" it was "love". Unfortunately, we married building on that one experience instead of what it takes for a lifelong relationship. We moved to Colorado to get away from "the expected" in the Midwest. But we were both still restless and unsettled. So, we "volunteered" to return to Vietnam and work with an adoption agency that was trying to get all the Amerasian children out of the country. Now there is enough there for a WHOLE new story that I won't include now. Just say that I saw the aftermath of what us Americans "left behind"… angry, scared people, bomb scarred countryside, crumbling economy and more orphans than they could handle. And this was 1975, as the ARVN'S and the government were slowly "giving up". So daily, we would have to read about firebases, cities, villages where many American lives were sacrificed, all being deserted before the NVA would arrive.
Selfless, brave, adventuresome, talented, courageous, hard working, flexible – I could go on and on with adjectives. We are our own breed for sure. There was NEVER a Donut Dollie that I was NOT proud to serve with or work besides. I have at least a half a dozen that are still my closest friends, after almost 50 years. There are no environments or jobs that you could do that would bring you closer, so that these ties all stand the test of time. And to this day, they are doing great things in our world – BECAUSE of the experience, IN SPITE of the experience.
Another thing that people should know and understand… we didn't charge for sex or go to Vietnam to find a husband, which were only a few of the terrible rumors that I would sometimes hear. Did I know women that dated married men, yes. Did I know women that CHOSE to be intimate with some of the men they were dating, yes. But NEVER was the Donut Dollie program some sort of "big business" opportunity for any of us. I am sure back at home, we could have gotten into that line of work if we wanted and been a hell of a lot safer (and smell better on a regular basis). This "assumption' is the one I hate the most. Hell, if true, we could all have come home millionaires.
My experiences have always been great when I have encountered a Vietnam vet. MOST know what we did and are extremely grateful. It has always been a pleasure to exchange "war stories". I believe the treatment we all, on some level, received when we returned home has bonded us in a very protective way. Early on, I would not easily share that I was a Donut Dollie or in Vietnam with anyone, as I never knew what the reaction would be. Now, I say it most proudly.
I think I have already shared these in my "story"… the interesting way the men went from "boys to men'; how untrained we all were for the job, but we all adapted quickly. I guess I would add that I was treated with upmost respect 99% of the time, even if they were drunk, just returning from weeks in the field, lonely, tired or whatever. I have to say enlisted men in general were more appreciative and gracious. I did see some officers that cared more about their rank (a.k.a. body count), than their men. But I also met many who were very devoted to "their boys" and would use us as sort of spies to see what they could do to make life better for the guys in the field.
If I had to name just two of a million "fond" memories of my time there – I would say that first, the women that I met. AND then, the lessons it taught me about myself and what I am capable of doing. That year – the hardest, toughest, scariest, most challenging, both physically and emotionally that I ever had – was the best year of my life. It influenced every choice, decision, and direction that I took for each year of my life since. I wouldn't trade if for a thing.
Meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Marilyn Schmokel Dent
Published June 9, 2017 by Jim
In our fifteenth edition of the Donut Dollie Detail, Marilyn Schmokel Dent tells how she came to join the SRAO program, how her Donut Dollie unit made over 40 helicopter trips each week to firebases and outposts to do programming for the men, and how on her flight home to the states along with returning soldiers, they were welcomed home on the plane by the pilot, but were met with a much different response in the airport terminal.
Please meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Marilyn Schmokel Dent…
During Christmas break of my senior year at Oregon State University, I watched the Bob Hope Special from Vietnam on TV. I was so moved I wrote him and asked if I could help in anyway. He suggested I contact my Congressman, which I did. That led me to the Red Cross. I flew to San Francisco for my interview (first time ever flying) and signed up. I told my mom and she said "all my life, I worried about my 4 sons going off to war and the one who goes is my daughter!!" I left for Washington, DC for training in September, 1967.
I served in Xuan Loc with the 11th Armored Calvary from September 1967 – February 1968, in An Khe with the 1st Air Calvary from February 1968 – June 1968, and in Dong Tam with the 9th Infantry Division from June 1968 – October 1968. No nickname, I was known as Marilyn in Vietnam.
It was going with one other girl with our big brown game bag and heading to the helicopter pad. We made 7-9 stops a day, six days a week by helicopter out to firebases and outposts for our programs.
I was doing TDY (temporary duty) at Bien Hoa in February, 1968 during the Tet Offensive. We were completely shut off from the base for several days because our living quarters were in town. Lots of shooting, mortars, and air strikes during that period.
It was so moving and so heartbreaking. The GIs were so young for the most part – hurt and scared. I spent many Sundays at the small base hospital – maybe 10 beds. I wrote letters for the guys and visited.
In October 1968, our plane landed in San Francisco. The plane was filled with cheering soldiers. The pilot said over the intercom "welcome to the United States of America". We walked into the terminal filled with protesters carrying hateful signs and yelling at the soldiers. It was horrible. My family didn't want to hear about the war or my year in Vietnam. Mostly they just wanted me to get on with my life and get a real job.
I felt extremely lucky to have spent my year in Vietnam. I loved visiting with the GIs. They were 100% gentlemen, grateful to see me, and polite. I felt nothing but compassion for the soldiers I visited and enjoyed being able to do this work in Vietnam.
I think seeing the Donut Dollies gave the GIs a chance to forget the war and their situation for an hour while we did a program for them. The programs were mostly silly, fun, and lifted the spirits of the men. I went to the dedication of the Vietnam Women's Memorial in Washington, DC 24 years ago and received many thank you's from the veterans and other people along the parade route. I was touched.
A soldier showed me a small photo album his wife had sent with pictures of their new baby he'd never seen in person. Each photo showed the baby and dad's picture together doing activities during the day – waking up, eating, bathing, smiling, and the last one was the baby saying goodnight to daddy's picture.
A memory every day was seeing the soldiers (no matter how weary and scared) smiling when they saw us arrive.
To this day, I hope I made a difference during my 13 months in country.
During our tours, Donut Dollies had to send in a monthly report to the Red Cross about the number of men we saw every month, which would help us decide which area to visit. Anyway, after I arrived home and begin looking for a teaching job, I wrote my resume. I sent it out to many school districts. Years later, I reread the resume and one of my job descriptions under working in Vietnam as a Donut Dollie was that I "serviced 10,000 men a month". I bet all the administrator who read that had a good laugh.
Meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Susan Baiamonte Conklin
In our fourteenth edition of the Donut Dollie Detail, Susan Baiamonte Conklin tells about going to Vietnam for the adventure like "Brenda Starr, Reporter" from the newspaper comics, and what happened when she and another Donut Dollie were dropped off at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Please meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Susan (Suzi) Baiamonte Conklin…
I fancied myself as Brenda Starr the newspaper comic reporter and was looking for an adventure. Boy did I get one.
In 1968, I was in Cam Ranh Bay, Lai Khe and Da Nang. I went back to all those places in 2015 and was shocked at the change. I was known as "Suzi" in Vietnam, but became Susan again as I aged.
In Vietnam, it depended on the location. In Cam Ranh we ran two recreation centers plus a traveling clubmobile program (to reach the men on firebases). Center duty meant making coffee and Kool-Aid and socializing with the men with a daily program. In Lai Khe there was no center and was only clubmobile, so we flew everyday with a prop bag of programs. Da Nang was center and clubmobile. Oh! In our free time we had to create and build those programs.
I had many, but the most memorable was in Lai Khe, the home of The Big Red One, which was my second assignment as a Donut Dollie in Vietnam. It was summer 1968 and I was training a new Donut Dollie named Linda. The day started with a news team competing for helicopters on the Lai Khe air strip "to get to the action". While this was our usual run to Quan Loi, Linda and I just boarded the first available ride there. Quan Loi is close to the Cambodia border and had seen a lot of recent action. Once there, our usual Huey to the airstrip was not available, so we were put on a Chinook. Noise is a factor in riding a Chinook and it is hard to hear. The pilot wrote down a message and asked us if we were sure we wanted to go to this airstrip. Of course we wrote back. It was our weekly run to see the soldiers there. We could see the air strip, but the pilot landed (more like hovered) a short distance from the airstrip and let us off quickly, throwing down our program bag.
We walked to the airstrip and I realized there were no soldiers, only Vietnamese. In a quandary, we opened the prop bag and started programming with the Vietnamese on the airstrip playing games and giving out prizes. In retrospect, I will say that they were just as puzzled as we were. Overhead, I heard a Huey, which landed a couple hundred yards from us. I saw the General's aide running towards us. "What are you doing here?" he asked and I replied "programming, do you want to play?' I never got an answer, as he started throwing props back into the bag. He had me by one arm and I had Linda by the other. We did a fast trot to the Huey. Apparently, the General saw "two blue dots" on the airstrip and realized the dots were Donut Dollies and in the wrong place at a very wrong time. The General got a medal for saving us and I got a story.
If you consider a howitzer gun going off in your ear an injury, but it was my own stupid fault for standing so close.
Not part of my job, but I often helped the hospital Red Cross people with visits in Cam Ranh and Da Nang. It was sad, but the men appreciated the visits. I felt better for doing them.
Smooth. I moved with my girl friend to Hermosa Beach, CA and taught school and yes, kept partying.
They were special and we had a unique gene that made us go to war. They are some of my best friends. Lived a year with these women and never had a negative thought about them, has to be a record.
Over 50 years of meeting Vietnam veterans and I have heard nothing but praise for us and thank you's.
Christmas 1968 in Da Nang and the Bob Hope show with Ann Margaret and The Gold Diggers and one ton of fruit cake from the good people in Hartford, CT. A story in itself.
Meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Lou Breen Rundle
In our thirteenth edition of the Donut Dollie Detail, Lou Breen Rundle talks about how she did programming events for the soldiers to try to take their mind off the war for a little while, experiencing a rocket attack at Cam Ranh Air Base, and flying in a Caribou cargo plane affectionately known as Santabou, to hand out the free goodies to servicemen.
Please meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Lou Breen Rundle…
I went mainly because I was curious about the war. There were just too many people at home doing nothing but complaining. I hoped I could help in this program.
I served in Qui Nhon from Aug-Oct '71 and at Cam Ranh Air Base (CRAB) from Oct '71-Apr '72, and I was known as Lou.
In Qui Nhon it was traveling every day. Get up early; call for a chopper; run to the chopper pad on the beach & hitch a ride; thank our pilots with a grease pencil smiley chopper drawn on their window; then program; visit; listen; laugh; hand out short timer's calendars; do card, string, or rubber band tricks or learn new ones from the guys; maybe serve lunch; and then head to another fire base.
At CRAB we were both mobile and had a recreation center. Some days we traveled and some days we worked at the center where we had lemon Kool-Aid and snacks, music, card games, pool tables, etc. We also did special events like plays, fashion shows, shave & haircut day, a Halloween carnival, etc. We "Kool-Aided the flight line" and visited patients at the hospital at Cam Ranh handing out care packages with games, crossword puzzles, short timer's calendars, and a page dedicated to getting to know our Donut Dollie unit.
I remember the first time I saw tracer bullets when flying in a Huey, and asked, "What are those pretty things?" The pilots yelled that we were being fired at and took the chopper down to tree level to keep us safe. Another time there were rocket attacks at CRAB (see photo at left), but I slept right through them!
I never had any fear for my safety; these brave men always took extra precautions for us.
I don't think they sent us to see the badly injured men. We usually visited wards with men who could interact with us and do the silly things we asked of them.
My family and friends were happy to see me. We mainly talked about what I did on R & R and about the parties and fun events we had. I was able to get a job and started teaching in August of '72.
We are all Americans who love our country. We wanted to do something to help, were fortunate to get a chance, and hope we made a difference.
I hope that when they think of us, they smile! 8-)
I will never forget our Santabou Christmas of 1971 where three tactical airlift squadrons from CRAB painted their planes like Santa complete with a red nose & hat. They'd had raffles to raise money for fruit, candy, pretzels, alcohol, etc. and invited us to fly with them to bases and hand out the free goodies to servicemen who had not had things like this for many months. Our plane's bartender, Joe, was even dressed like Superman! It was one of the best Christmases ever – all giving, sharing, and good will.
Meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Sharon (Vander Ven) Cummings
In our twelfth edition of the Donut Dollie Detail, Sharon (Vander Ven) Cummings tells about visiting wounded soldiers was hard, yet rewarding, having Christmas dinner with the guys in Vietnam, and her experiences of meeting veterans at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial and the thank you's she received while marching in a veterans parade.
Please meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Sharon (Vander Ven) Cummings…
Most of us were recruited from college campuses. Requirements were for young women, minimum age of 21, single, with a college degree. In my case, my Mom worked for the Red Cross and told me about the jobs opening up in Vietnam. I flew to San Francisco and interviewed for the job, they asked me where I would rather go, Korea or Vietnam. I chose Vietnam – it was 1966 and I figured not many people would volunteer to go there. Within 6 weeks, I had gotten my shots and was in Washington, DC for two weeks of training. Our training consisted of learning how to recognize the various branches of the military and their ranks, and how to behave like a lady in all situations.
When I went to Vietnam, I was the youngest girl in-country. I look back and cannot believe how innocent and naive I was. I had been raised as an Air Force brat and lived in Germany, the Philippines, and even graduated from high school in Goose Bay, Labrador, but had really lead a very sheltered life. It was quite an experience! And knowing all I know now, if you'd ask me today, I'd go again.
The first six months were at Cam Ranh Bay, Army. Then with Long Binh II Field Forces (but we lived in Bien Hoa), and finally with the 25th Division in Cu Chi. I was known as Shari in Vietnam.
First, it depended on where I was stationed and whether or not our unit had a recreation center or was strictly a clubmobile unit. For me, as a Donut Dollie, my time was spent focusing on the guys — either playing pinochle, ping pong, or pool at the center; or writing & creating the next mobile program (we were each responsible for writing a program & making all the props); or spending the entire day traveling from site to site by either helicopter or jeep to the various units we'd be presenting a program to (we traveled in pairs when we programmed). The days were long. It seems to me that we probably worked 6 days a week. Those days where I'd be "off" were spent resting, maybe going into the village to go shopping or see the sites; at Cam Ranh we'd go to the beach.
We got up early every morning and got to bed late at night. We also had strict curfews, although I cannot remember what time we got locked in. And yes, we really were locked in for the night.
On four separate occasions, after arriving at a unit and setting up to do the program for that day, I had to adapt and let someone else do some real "performing." That someone was Martha Raye. She was all over Vietnam, and for a while, it seemed she was following me wherever I went. To say the least, there was no way I would ever have tried to compete with her!
No, I didn't have any close calls. I remember listening to "outgoing" rounds – they became part of the regular noise and we just got used to it.
Sometimes it was really hard. For me, though, this was a very important part of my job and extremely rewarding. We took hospital books to break the ice. But mainly, we were there, smiling and being our cheerful selves. We had to let the guys know that we were not repulsed or shocked at how they looked — for if we could accept them the way they looked, then maybe things would be okay when they got home. I think it was very important.
I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I really didn't know how to act. I would walk down a street and smile at everyone, because that was what was expected in Nam. Someone pointed out to me that I shouldn't be smiling at everyone — it wasn't right and people might get the wrong impression. I got very angry one day when I was in the grocery store — there was this huge long aisle of cereal boxes. It seemed like hundreds of different types of cereal. And it was more important to choose the correct brand of cereal than to think and worry about our guys who were being blown to bits on the news every night. Nobody seemed to get it that these guys were really dying and that was real blood. I got so very, very angry – – and this was in 1967. I felt lost. I didn't know what to do next. Get another job? Nothing could compare to the excitement and fulfillment I had while working with MY guys in Vietnam. The let down was very, very hard.
We were there because we wanted to be there. We were there to bring some joy and distraction into the lives of the guys… and we did it the best we knew how! We gave a lot of energy, and when we had no strength for another smile, we smiled anyway.
The veterans I have met at the Wall in Washington DC and at other vet events in California have been very appreciative of our work in Vietnam. The first time I participated in a vet parade, lots of the guys told us "thank you" for all we'd done. That brought me to tears. I'd never thought we did anything special, but apparently, for many of the guys, we did.
I really miss the people – I really saw the good sides of people while there. I also miss the intensity of the job and the satisfaction I got out of my job. Now, when it is time to go home, I leave the job behind and never think about it. All jobs have paled in comparison to the satisfaction I got while in Nam. There was excitement and a real challenge to being a Donut Dollie!
On Christmas day, all the girls in our unit went out to different units in the field. While there, we had Christmas dinner with the guys – when I say "the guys," I do not mean the officers. We almost always worked with the enlisted men (boys). I was out at a forward location, so we ate in mess tents that had been set up. Later, several helicopters took us to Cu Chi where we got to see the Bob Hope show. It was quite a day!
I made two lasting female friendships from Vietnam. The first was with a girl I trained with in Washington DC and then was stationed with during my first 6 months in country. The second friendship was rekindled at the Vietnam Women's Memorial dedication in Washington, DC (1993) with a woman who had been my unit director at my first assignment. The other friendships were more temporary. Male friendships were also temporary and based on where I was assigned. Since 1993, I have made new friendships with women who also served. It has been a wonderful learning and healing experience.
Meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Maggie Connor Dutilly
In our eleventh edition of the Donut Dollie Detail, Maggie Connor Dutilly tells about her parent's Red Cross work being one reason she choose to become a Donut Dollie, being in a fire-fight at Camp Viking, and being called up on stage by Bob Hope as a salute for the work the Donut Dollies did for our soldiers.
Please meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Maggie Connor Dutilly…
Both Parents had been involved with Red Cross work. My Mom (an R.N.) had been a Gray Lady at Valley Forge Army Hospital in Phoenixville, PA during WW II. My Dad had been a member of the War Production Board, so we (9 kids) grew up knowing service to the Country was a duty. Because of medical issues, none of my brothers could serve, but I had a sister who became a Navy Nurse. I think President Kennedy's "Ask not…" speech affected my whole generation.
I was stationed in Danang from Aug. 1, 1971 until January 6, 1972 (with trips to Quang Tri and TDY to Bien Hoa) and Cam Ranh Army from Jan. 1972 until evacuation during the Easter Offensive in April 1972. I went by Maggie while in Nam.
A routine day consisted of checking the Run schedule first thing to see whether I was assigned a Run or Recreation Center Duty. If a Run, I would climb into a ¾-ton truck with an assigned driver (Our Danang Run 1 Driver, Ronnie, eventually became my husband when our paths crossed 4 years after our time in Danang!) and another Donut Dollie (we always travelled in pairs) and go to the stops listed on the Run Schedule.
There were base Runs, where we would program in offices, maintenance bays, mess halls… wherever the Brass wanted us to gather with the guys.
There were forward Runs to firebases where we would fly out in a helicopter and would set up on top of bunkers, in artillery and mortar pits (when not in use, of course) and in mess halls if there was one on any particular firebase.
We would involve the GI's in trivia, quiz games like Jeopardy and Concentration, and activities like water-balloon fights or Barber Call. Anything to get their minds off the war for a few minutes! Barber Call was when we would offer to give the GI's shaves and hair-cuts (the First Sergeant would require the men to have standard hair-cuts and not show facial hair., even on firebases (I am thinking they would enforce that when things were slow to keep the troops busy.)
When I would participate in Barber-call, I would remove the blade from the razor I was using so I wouldn't cut the GI!! Some of them didn't really need a shave…they just wanted to be close to a Round-eye!
Our Programming lasted about 50 minutes, and we would repeat it on the base runs perhaps 8 times in a day at 8 different locations. (The Run Drivers were very important to us, for it was their job to get us to the right 'next stop' at the right time) and perhaps 3 or 4 times on each firebase.
If we were on a base at meal time, we would also man the serving line in the chow halls so we could greet the hungry GI's as they came through for meals.
One day a week, I think it was Friday afternoons in Danang (In Cam Ranh the air base had their own Donut Dollie Unit) two of us would fill a big canteen with about 10 gallons of orange-ade and ICE, (a real treat in the tropics) load it on the tail-gate of an Air Force pick-up truck and head out to the flight-line at the air base. Hanging our feet off the back of the truck we would ride the flight-line, stopping at each hangar to visit with and dispense Short-timers' Calendars to the mechanics who kept the Air Force planes running.
If we weren't scheduled to travel, we would be assigned to the Center. There, we would play cards, shoot pool, play ping-pong, do art activities, join GI's in the music room to play guitars, and, on special days like St. Patrick's Day, would do program activities.
My second week 'in-country' my Unit Director, Pat, and I were caught in a fire-fight as we left Camp Viking …very scary…Turned out to be a sniper in the graveyard across from the Camp Gate…. we had to ride through exchange of pot-shots. No shots hit our truck… Lee (last name?) was driving… had a GI riding shotgun with a loaded M-16 in the truck back, as Pat and I rode nose to nose hunkered down on floor in the front seat.
It was that experience that made Lee decide we should learn how to drive the ¾ ton truck, so if that ever happened again, one of us could drive (we were not routinely permitted to drive any vehicle) while he joined the "shotgun" GI in protecting us.
On one firebase run, we landed right ahead of the General's chopper, and, as was routine when the brass visited, a "practice red-alert" was started… What this usually meant was that, on a signal from the CO, x number of rounds of mortar and artillery were shot off. The problem that day was the when the rounds went out, one of the mortars doubled back and hit a bunker with GI's in it. So the practice became a real thing! We quickly learned how to duck into the nearest bunker!
When the General's chopper left with the wounded GI's, the General called us into the TOC (Tactical Operations Center – a place we were NEVER permitted to enter for security reasons) and explained what had happened and how freaked out the whole firebase was at that "friendly fire" incident.
Then he said "You ladies have your work cut out for you today… Go out there and make those GI's smile!"
It was one of the most difficult, yet rewarding days on my tour.
In Cam Ranh, our base had a 'sapper-team' come in at the start of the Easter Offensive of 1972… blew up some bunkers with GI's in them… came through wire near the Minicourt we lived in. First time I heard outgoing artillery that wasn't expected. (Had visited Artillery bases in Quang Tri so knew the sound…but wasn't expecting it to wake us out of a sound sleep) Ended up we got evacuated to Cam Ranh Air Base… then they got hit… so went to Saigon and they started getting shelled!
Second week in country, a couple of days after the fire-fight I got a chance to go out to Spanish Beach on a day off with some GI's from the radio station on Monkey Mountain… to an area known as "THE ROCKS". As I was climbing down rocks, I slipped and cut my knee… Went to the dispensary on Camp Horn, where the medic dressed the wound… told me to come back the next day, gave me some crutches… went back, for several days, and noticed each time I went in there were more GI's in "sick-call"… I wondered if they just wanted to see a "round-eye" getting her dressing changed… finally, when the gash wasn't healing, I stopped into the Gunfighter Hospital on the Air Base and the Flight Surgeon took one look at the wound and said "It'll never heal if they keep putting all that gunk on it", so he ordered me into a cast for 10 days to, as he put it, " keep the Army guys away from it so it would heal!"
Cast came off, and two weeks later I tripped down some steps on an Air Base run, sprained my ankle and had to go back to the same Flight Surgeon and same cast man and have a plaster splint on my other leg for 10 days!
When I went to the O club at XXIV Corps Headquarters, Camp Horn, (where we lived) for dinner that night, having missed chow-hall, I got a standing Ovation for my clumsiness!
Before going to Nam, I had been a Gray Lady at Valley Forge Army Hospital like my Mom had been years before, so I was familiar with hospital visits… The strange thing for me was seeing the GI's straight out of the field… pretty challenging to deal with.
One day as we arrived at 95th Evac. we heard small arms fire. When we got to the door into the Red Cross Office, a stretcher with a body in a body bag was rolled past us to the ER…. Seems a GI had gotten orders back to the field after some weeks in the hospital and didn't want to face going back out… so he talked a guard into taking a break for a smoke, and while the guard was away from his post, the patient took the guard's gun and shot himself. THAT was a bad day!
My sister, the Navy Nurse, lived in California so when I returned to the states she talked me into staying with her a couple of weeks to 'adjust'… I see now, having had a son go off to war, that I probably should have gone home to Pennsylvania, to my parents… but I didn't want them to see the mess I was. I was dealing with a LOT of PTSD… in fact, until the LORD healed me several years later, I was a mess for several years.
We were a patriotic group… we saw our classmates, brothers, cousins, neighbors getting drafted, and we wanted to do our part. There weren't a lot of opportunities for women to show their support for our troops.
The women who were nurses got the worst of the war… Our job was on the other side of the bed… we were blessed that we could make a difference!
I have had some very positive interactions with Vets in the past few years… One local group has invited me to be part of their Honor Guard at Memorial Day Ceremonies each year, and a local Vets group invited me to visit them for their monthly meeting… when I was introduced as a DONUT DOLLIE, I got a standing ovation. THAT meant a LOT!!
Fondest memories…. The whole tour!
#1 Being called up onstage at the Bob Hope show so he could salute the work we were doing.
#2 Meeting Sammy Davis Jr. when he performed in Cam Ranh. (For security, the Vietnamese ladies who did the laundry were not allowed on base, so our Unit was asked if we would consider ironing for the performers. Some of the DD's were insulted, but I thought it would be fun! And it was!)
#3 Meeting my husband… and all the wonderful guys I knew over there.
Meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Bobbie Lischak Trotter
Published May 5, 2017 by Jim
In our tenth edition of the Donut Dollie Detail, Bobbie Lischak Trotter tells about her experiences with close calls, making visits with the First Cav AG to each of his men at the Long Binh hospital, and sharing a truly personal experience.
Please meet Red Cross Donut Dollie Bobbie Lischak Trotter…
I joined to serve my country because that's what my family did. I was also looking for adventure and found I way to afford it.
I was stationed in Qui Nhon, Bien Hoa and DaNang. I served for one year from July 1970 – July 1971. I was known as Bobbie in Vietnam.
There was no such thing as a typical day in Vietnam. Anything could happen at any time and often did. Work days started early and ended late, especially if you got stuck someplace because of "activity in the area." Days off could involve anything from water-skiing behind a Boston Whaler, visiting an orphanage or leper colony, to just chillin' out in the barracks.
Did you ever have any "close calls" either on base or in any vehicles? Were you ever injured while in Vietnam?
Close calls were common. My first one was in Bien Hoa. I was at the clinic getting stitches taken out of my knee from a cut with an exacta knife I gave myself while making a prop. Several rockets hit the nearby air base and killed a couple of folks. I was once trapped at the old Michelin Plantation while it was under attack. Another time my partner and I were scooted off to places unknown when a Cambodian commander unexpectedly showed up to review his troops in Vietnam. During my last six months in DaNang rocket attacks were almost a nightly event.
Hospitals, next to orphanages, were probably the hardest places to visit. There, you could not escape the reality of war. Also, you knew that some of the guys were never going to make it home and it was our job to comfort them and cheer them. I learned to be a good liar. I feel very privileged in that I befriended the First Cav AG in Bien Hoa, Col. Thomas Shaylor. He made a weekly visit to every one of his troops in the Long Binh hospital and he took me along whenever I could go. It was very special.
Coming home was hard. Unlike the men, we women could hide if we chose to, but most of us did not. We wanted people to know, but mostly no one wanted to listen. I lost all my old friends, struggled with my family and sought company with military people. I was fortunate in that I soon began dating a Vietnam vet and we were very supportive of each other. I later joined the Air National Guard and was welcomed by a lot of Vietnam vets, which I will admit were surprised by a woman who chose to go to Vietnam.
I would like the world to know how brave and selfless we women were. We truly, truly loved our fellow countrymen who also served, willingly or not. We wanted them to live; we wanted to comfort them. We wanted to bring a little peace to an otherwise hellish place and situation.
It's an old joke about what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this. I did have a couple of bad experiences, an attempted rape and a fellow telling us to "go home and make babies or whatever it is you women do." But on the whole the men were most appreciative, most grateful to us for our presence. Many have told me that we kept them sane.
I have many fond memories of fun and friendship, romance and adventure. It wasn't all dark. I think I learned a lot about the human spirit, no matter the gender, race or nationality. If it weren't for our leaders stirring up fear of one another, I think most people just want to live and love each other in peace and tolerance. I love the Vietnamese people, the Koreans, the Germans, the Brits and especially the Aussies!
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Roman Times
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Jan de Bray - success and tragedy. Jan de Bray (c1617-1697), author of the Nativity scene above is not one of those famous Dutch painters of the 17th century. Although he certainly was an excellent craftsman, and highly valued in his time.
But like so many, he was not spared by destiny, with disease and death never far away in those days. He was born and grew up in Haarlem, not far from Amsterdam. In an artistic family whose forefathers most likely fled from Hainaut for religious reasons at the early stages of the Eighty Years' War . Hainaut was the most southern province of the late medieval Netherlands. Today it lies partly in Belgium, partly in France. Father Salomon de Bray was a many-sided artist. Painter, poet and architect. He played an important role in many Haarlem cultural projects and organisations, and as a town planner. He married Anna Westerbaen, sister of the painter Jan Westerbaen. For a couple of decades Jan de Bray was the leading portrait artist of Haarlem. Certainly after Frans Hals had grown old, and died in 1666.
Both father Salomon and son Jan were very successful with their portraits. Sometimes stately, sometimes very lively. Probably also depended on what their patrons wanted. We must keep in mind that a 17th century painter was first of all considered a craftsman, more than an artist. Painting was business.
In any case, their work shows great love for the meticulous detail. Jan de Bray encountered a lot of misfortune in his personal life. He married three times, but marriage ended with the wife dying within two years, at least once in childbirth. Several of his children died too.
Every time he lost a wife there were disputes about the inheritance. Of course very unpleasant, but also costly affairs that got him into financial trouble. When he was over sixty years old, Jan apparently started to devote more time to architecture and other projects.
He moved to Amsterdam where he worked on plans for a better freshwater supply. Indeed a matter of vital importance for the city.
Contrary to his father, Jan was clearly financially not too successful in these matters. He got deep into debt, and was declared bankrupt in 1689. His three houses and all his paintings were auctioned.
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The Peloton downfall continues as the latest news of CEO John Foley's departure from his role is sending shares cratering 13% pre-market.
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Peloton (NASDAQ: PTON), the gift that keeps on giving when it comes to breaking news headlines.
The neverending soap opera that is Peloton stock has delivered yet another significant twist. John Foley is now stepping down from the company as acting CEO and will rotate into an executive chair position.
Who's the new Peloton CEO?
Barry McCarthy will be replacing John Foley as the CEO of the home fitness company. McCarthy's tenure spans roles at renowned subscription services businesses such as Netflix and Spotify, where he held the role of Chief Financial Officer at both companies.
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Is Peloton still an acquisition target then?
While it's not completely out of the question, the decision-making at Peloton is telling. It looks like the company is exploring all other options to revamp the business first before searching for a sale.
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It's plausible the option has been considered, but for now, at least, we can assume that the idea has been put on the backburner and will more likely be called upon as a last resort.
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On a positive note, however, management is well aware of the problems and is making the changes necessary to support the future viability of Peloton's long-term vision.
With Peloton, there are certain inherent risks that will be ongoing for the foreseeable future, and whether or not these issues are solvable, is still yet to be seen. But if the business pulls it off to become a turnaround story, there's potential for Peloton not only to capture a leading market share in the $5.5 billion home fitness equipment market but to also disrupt the traditional global fitness market worth just shy of $97 billion. If it manages to do that, the opportunity with Peloton's subscription model is endless, but for now, it has a lot of work to do.
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Have access to my surgical data and outcomes data first. I like to know how many operations I have done and what outcomes my team and I achieved. While different institutions collect data about our surgical performance (health insurers, hospitals, Medicare, etc.) typically we are left in the dark about how well we are doing.
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Keeping a surgical Logbook has become a mandatory part of the training in most surgical specialties worldwide. Some of these logbooks are mandated by professional organisations (e.g., College), are available as an app at a very low cost, or you can write a logbook easily as an excel file on your laptop.
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Surgical procedures are often not coded and not captured in a systematic way. For example a vaginal hysterectomy could be coded in a large number of different ways and spelling errors are common.
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Not all data fields are compulsory, which gives the user the flexibility to fill in just the compulsory fields if pressed for time and still be able to avail the report functions.
Surgical audit captures sensitive data and technical and logistic precautions need to be in place to protect identifiable data from being available to others. For example, if your phone gets stolen, will the person who can access your phone have access to you surgical data?
Can you get hold of all your data if you decide to change audit provider?
If your audit is through an app, this means your audit runs offline for periods of time and the data you put in are not real time data unless you can synchronise your data with the online data base.
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2018-2019 Harbison Lecture: You Are All Makers
Education Must Teach Life: the 2019 Bond Lecture
Letter from the Head of School
A Letter from Lisa Lyle
Student-Athletes Shine at College Signing Day
The Legacy of Lisa Lyle Lives On
Developing the Next Generation of Leadership
Janet McMillion Retires; Amy Scheer Named Interim Head of Lower School
Student-Designed Bots Take to the Pool
Non disciplinam sed vitam sententiamque discimus
Exploring the Gateway City
A Season of Music with MICDS Musicians
Compassionate Artwork for a Cause
A Community of Giving: 15th Annual Turkey Train
Around the World in One Afternoon at the MICDS International Expo
MS Talent Show Acts Are Out of This World
Science Teacher Paul Zahller's Impact Inside the Classroom … and Out
Math Teachers Continue to Innovate in the Classroom
Rams Rewind: Winter 2019-19
Lacrosse Coach Andy Kay Inducted into Hall of Fame
Vibrant Future
The Tuition Benefit Fund Honoring Lisa Lyle
Planned Giving: Leaving a Legacy
Young Alumni Go Mad for MICDS
Why We Give: Faculty Share Why Giving Back Is So Important
Social Emotional Learning: Supporting the Needs of Every Child
Reimagining School in Nepal
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Rams fans of all ages braved heavy rain and strong storms to celebrate the dedication and opening of O'Hara Field on April 5. The O'Hara Family, John '81, Linda, David '14, Tom '15 and Katie '17, were in attendance for a ribbon cutting ceremony to officially open the field for competition.
(From left) John O'Hara '81, Thomas O'Hara '15, David O'Hara '14, Katie O'Hara '17 and Linda O'Hara at the ribbon cutting ceremony to officially open O'Hara Field for competition.
As the MICDS athletic program has grown over the years, it became apparent that the School was in need of a new field venue that would enhance competition and personal growth, while fostering and placing a spotlight on the school-wide community spirit that makes MICDS special. When this vision for a new playing field emerged as a priority of the Bold Action Campaign, the O'Hara family came forward with their well-known passion for athletics, taking the lead on this special project.
"The O'Hara family is proud to be a part of this amazing field and stadium," remarked John O'Hara '81. "It's a perfect place for athletes, student fans, parents, and alumni to enjoy high school sports. We are happy to be a part of something that brings the entire MICDS community together. The finished project is outstanding in every way."
The generosity of the O'Hara family has truly transformed the future of field sports at MICDS. In addition to Boys and Girls Lacrosse and Soccer, O'Hara Field will also be home to Rams Football. Athletic Director Josh Smith shared, "O'Hara Field is the host for an MICDS record five Athletic Programs. We see this space as a tremendous resource that will push our student-athletes, coaches, and teams to achieve at the highest possible level. The excitement generated from the competition on this field will fuel our athletic programs in the years to follow."
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13 April 1970, Brooklyn, New York City, New York, USA
7 January 1950, Honolulu, Hawaii, USA
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28 September 1943, Bloomington, Illinois, USA
Franklyn Seales
15 July 1952, Kingstown, St. Vincent, British West Indies [now Saint Vincent and the Grenadines]
21 September 1971, Manhattan, New York City, New York, USA
14 January 1969, Rye, New York, USA
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Corky Pigeon
January 27, 1970 in Fresno, California, USA
Billy Jayne
10 April 1969, Queens, New York City, New York, USA
John Houseman
22 September 1902, Bucharest, Romania
Christine Belford
14 January 1949, Amityville, New York, USA
22 October 1968, Dallas, Texas, USA
Jo Marie Payton
3 August 1950, Albany, Georgia, USA
Georgi Irene
Bradley Gregg
8 November 1966, Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, USA
Gary Riley
19 November 1963, St. Louis, Missouri, USA
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23 April 1969, Jackson, Mississippi, USA
2 December 1914, New Orleans, Louisiana, USA
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Kristin Cumming
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8 January 1969, Burbank, California, USA
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11 November 1936, Chicago, Illinois, USA
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Peter Schrum
16 December 1934, Canton, Ohio, USA
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November 2, 1967 in USA
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Christa Denton
29 March 1918, Newport News, Virginia, USA
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22 October 1962, Park Ridge, Illinois, USA
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7 January 1947, Valley Stream, New York, USA
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31 October 1943, Nueces County, Texas, USA
Frank De Vol
20 September 1911, Moundsville, West Virginia, USA
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19 March 1971, Los Angeles, California, USA
Robert Tessier
2 June 1934, Lowell, Massachusetts, USA
July 12, 1941 in Great Falls, Montana, USA
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31 October 1924, New London, Iowa, USA
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7 April 1941, Montreal, Quebec, Canada
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Helene Winston
16 September 1922, Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
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4 September 1941, Brooklyn, New York, USA
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28 February 1908, Pocatello, Idaho, USA
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3 August 1940, Bronx, New York, USA
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7 February 1972, Powder Springs, Georgia, USA
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24 April 1964, Portland, Oregon, USA
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28 September 1957, Wilmington, Delaware, USA
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15 August 1926, Decorah, Iowa, USA
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20 October 1922, Clayton, Illinois, USA
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21 November 1939, Springfield, Illinois, USA
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8 July 1971, Greeley, Colorado, USA
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14 December 1934, West Warwick, Rhode Island, USA
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28 April 1945, USA
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26 September 1967, Orange County, California, USA
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10 June 1970, Geneva, New York, USA
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25 October 1950, Oak Creek, Wisconsin, USA
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9 August 1963, Newark, New Jersey, USA
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13 December 1941, USA
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8 January 1977, California, USA
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15 November 1928, Memphis, Tennessee, USA
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14 November 1949, Amory, Mississippi, USA
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15 February 1962, Oklahoma, USA
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September 22, 1962 in Dallas, Texas, USA
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