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First Sergeant Scagliotti

D. E. Larsen, DVM After getting settled into our squad room, Bill Drake and I started preparing for our first twenty-four-hour shift as CQ. Sergeant Scagliotti had wanted our fatigues to be sharp with extra starch. Mine had been buried in my duffle bag since basic training. I dug them out and hung them inContinue reading “First Sergeant Scagliotti”

The Battle of Ping-Li, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was the end of a busy afternoon when I leaned into the reception desk to check on what remained of the day. “I’m beat, how close to being done are we?” I asked. “You poor man,” Sandy replied. She seldom gave me any sympathy. “Your last appointment is in theContinue reading “The Battle of Ping-Li, From the Archives”

The Terrible Breech, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Doc, this is Peter, out on Brush Creek,” Peter says on the phone. “I have been working on trying to pull this calf for two hours now. I am not getting anywhere. Do you have time to run out here and give me a hand?” “Sure, I can come right away,”Continue reading “The Terrible Breech, From the Archives”