Pam, you already know how devastated I was failing to appropriately express to you our learning of Sig's passing so many months later... If you don't think grown men cry, 46 years ago Sig shut the door of his office to call his other veteran corpsman Walt and me inside. ...We thought we were in big trouble!
Still in his scrub suit and knit OR beanie, we could see Sig had been crying as his eyes were swollen red and wet.
Sig was the only orthopedic, neurologist, or torso surgeon in the entire Naval Hospital Philly, to acknowledge that these 'nightmares' he suffers seen each day on the wards from Vietnam, were initially sent to him by corpsmen like Walt and me from the Vietnam battlefields, and that he (Sig) can only imagine a corpsman's nightmares.
There wasn't any yes sirs, no sirs with Walt, Sig or me as hospital shipmates. The three of us were chewed out all the time by the hierarchal brass for being on a first name basis!
You met Walt. We loved and respected each other!