We all know that the Platoon Medic and an Infantry Platoon are tight. What is your best story about a Medic? How did Doc change your life?

My story is a little backwards... As a medic I have seen my Infantry brothers do some pretty amazing things to save a buddy. I am extremely impressed at the amount of training they put into action on the battlefield and ultimately brought more dudes home.

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I remember 25 mile forced marches. Near the end of Marches, on 5 minute breaks the only people you saw standing were NCO's and LT's, who strolled their unit assessing their men. But the Corpsmen were actually working. They RAN from one Marine to another to take care of blisters, potential heat casualties, and exhaustion cases. They would keep Marines on the ground to finish their care when "Mount Up" was called. They'd finish then get the Marines on their feet. The Corpsmen would carry their own Pack and their medipac and the ALICE pack of the Marine they finished on. Running with two packs, until they caught up and got the Marine back to his unit. When we were done and securing our gear, The Corpsmen were still checking the "walking wounded". When it was all done, when everyone was secured, "Doc" finally got to sit down.

Oh boy. So us Corpsman and our Marines share the same bond. We go to the same lengths. I served during "peace time", so my stories wouldn't be about saving Marines from combat wounds. They would be about saving them from their own craziness. There may have been sutures put in out of the BAS. There may have been IV's started due to dehydration after a night of heavy drinking. There may be several instances of being patched up behind closed doors. I can neither confirm nor deny.

Granted I am CBRN and HR two of mine both tours were with combat arms. I was happy to see them for both. Doc McGee had the best line of all. I had a toren acl and finished my prior tour with him. In training for OIF he took one look at me and stated, "Cookie there's a fine line between hooah and hard core and hard core and stupid! You Just Crossed it!" Granted I am sure others have more fitting to combat arms but I will never forget that one.

I started out as an 11B, and I had no interest in medical. During a deliberate attack field exercise (live fire) in Panama, one of our soldiers was shot in the hand. While many NCO's got loud and accomplished little, the PV2 medic was cool as ice and just dealt with it. He treated the wound quickly while explaining to the R.T.O how to do the 9 line ( not that he wasn't trained in it, but...)

Anyway, the soldier lost his thumb, but I was really impressed with the medic. After that, I started watching them more, and low and behold all of them could do more than deal with blisters and hand out Ibu 800. 6 years later I changed MOS's and became a Medic.

I can neither confirm or deny, Patching me up from a wipeout on my Moped in the Emergency Rm that was his Barracks Rm and there is nothing about it in my Medical or any other record.

I was an E-6 with an MP unit sent to Bosnia. When my Medics were not on the road we ran the sick call. The hospital was under the command of the hospital from the 82nd Airborne. Being a guardsman some of my medics and occasionally myself bumped heads with command. I worked hard despite the problems I encountered. On one last days I was called by the Commander to meet her in one of the Clinics. I went in thinking I was in trouble again but she coined me and awarded me an ARCOM. That was a big boost to my ego letting me know that my hard work was noticed.