#navy nurse

[feminist-pussycat]

hate getting up this early for work but can’t deny I look sharp as hell in these scrubs

[thatmermaidroozies5]

At Long Last I am an ER Nurse!

[taraross-1787]

This Day in History: Navy Nurse Corps

At about this time in 1944, women in the Navy Nurse Corps are given full military ranks for the first time. The Corps’ Superintendent, Sue Dauser, becomes the first woman in the Navy to hold the rank of Captain.

The move came after years of hard work.

Nurses had been helping the Navy for decades, of course. When the hospital ship Red Rover traveled up and down the Mississippi during the Civil War, it had volunteer nurses on board. Likewise, USS Relief carried volunteer nurses during the Spanish-American War.

Things became more official in 1908.

The story continues here: https://www.taraross.com/post/tdih-navy-nurse-corps

[phantom-wolf]

@hetalia-rarepairweek

Day 3: Apocalypse

Title: Starving off Her breadcrumbs

Ship: Arthur Kirkland x Elizabeth I // Arthur Kirkland x Elizabeth I x Alfred F. Jones

Cowritten with: @the-engdyssey

Summary: He vaguely heard Reg's introduction as he watched a young woman headbutt and break the windshield of a nearby car. In a desperate bid to escape, the occupant, a middle aged man, fumbled with the car door, spilling out onto the pavement. But not before the woman had latched onto him, her head turned sideways as she lunged once more, her mouth clamping down on the man's arm.

Then came the countdown.

Here comes a herd of zebras! One. With a ferocity she tore her head back, stripping the man of flesh and muscle as she did so. More akin to a bear ripping into the carcass of an elk than anything human.

Two. The female left him after she'd taken a few chunks out of his arm, her attention stolen by another passerby that had run too close. The man's arm was twitching uncontrollably, spasming from what Alfred had assumed was pain. He couldn't bring himself to look away. What the fuck?

Three. The Marine urged his family to move quicker as he noticed the body on the ground convulsing. Worse now. It wasn't just arm twitches anymore, his whole body was convulsing-

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[wondersxwomen]

We need your help.

Eowyn is creating a new line of stuffed animals called American Hero's.

When she lists each bear on the website she wants to give them the name of a real American Hero in that profession.

We need names for heroes from the following professions:

Nurses / CNA

Doctors

Police

Corrections officrs

Marines

Navy

Army

Coast Guard

Airforce

Please comment, below, with the first name and occupation of a hero you know.

[oh-hawkeye]

'Are we dead?' 'Feels like heaven to me.'

M*A*S*H, "The Army-Navy Game"

[kfrances]

a little assistance

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

I feel like it would be nice to acquire a cool military antique while I’m here, like a cool compass or pair of binoculars, but also I feel like a fucking moron for collecting army stuff and the feeling becomes more intense with every passing year

[remembertheplunge]

Pluto mission starts today. 9 year mission. 2015.

1/19/2006. Thursday. 12:29pm

I slept off and on last night from 9pm to 5:15 am or so. My stomach was odd, leading to strong, lost, homesick bad dreams. One dream was about my parent’s home, my childhood home, in Atwater , California. In the dream, the house was falling apart and down into a large ravine like basement beneath it.I was preparing to move away from the house  when this happened.

Just dusk. 5:46pm

Talked to mom. She flys out to see her sister Blanche tomorrow. Mary drives her to the Fresno airport. Mary and Dan pick her up. Blanche, my mother’s oldest sister, will move to Omaha to be near relatives. (Blanche was born in 1914).

Wilson Picket died today. 1941-2006.  He co- wrote the song “In the midnight hour”.

Pluto mission starts today. 9 year flight. 2015. On board are the ashes of the man who discovered Pluto in 1930.

Note

The Pluto mission was called New Horizon’s. It was the first mission to the Pluto System and the Kuiper belt. It’s closest approach to Pluto was on July 14, 2015.

The Pluto mission was kind of like the journal mission. The journal carries the ashes of the past into the future where they are revived, reinterpreted and transform the present.

Regarding my dream about my parent’s house, it’s interesting that within 6 years , it would “come true”. The house and the warmth and security it once represented fell into the ravine of family division and disinheritance.

“In the midnight hour” is one of my favorite treadmill songs now. I treadmill 35 minutes a day. Often, I do it to 1960’s music.

Blanche moved into a retirement home in Omaha. In October 2006, I flew back to Lincoln and Omaha for a family reunion (my mom’ s family). We had lunch  with Blanche there at the retirement home.  Growing up, I always felt close to Blanche. After the disinheritance, I cut off communication with the family including Blanche. I learned about a year ago from cousin Debbie that Blanche died. I think she was close to 100 when she died. She had been a nurse in the Navy(?) and had served as a nurse during WWII in Europe. She never married and had no children.

[totallyhussein-blog]

Combat Stress keep fighting for mental health care 104 years on

It's amazing to think, that 2023 marks 104 years since Combat Stress: The UK's Leading Charity for Veterans' Mental Health was founded, back on the 12th May, 1919.

Their original name was the Ex-Servicemen's Welfare Society and they opened their first "recuperative home" in 1920 on Putney Hill in South West London, for those suffering Shell-Shock from WW1.

For over a century, Combat Stress have helped former servicemen and women with mental health problems like post-traumatic stress disorder, anxiety and depression.

Before organizations like the NHS were even started, back in 1919, the pioneering founders of Combat Stress revolutionized Britain's approach to mental health care and changed public attitudes along the way.

The approach of those who started Combat Stress, laid solid foundations for the organization to provide treatment to veterans' across the UK. Their aim today, is to help veterans tackle their past, and face a much brighter future.

Combat Stress now have treatment hubs in Scotland, Northern Ireland, South, Central and the North West of England. They are also part of a much bigger family of military organizations, who provide specialized welfare and healthcare support to Britain's ex-forces community.

Combat Stress helped over 14,000 veterans in the last year alone, and you can find out more about combatstress.org.uk through their website, or you can join the conversation over at @CombatStress on Twitter and Facebook.

[uncgarchives]

heavy sigh It's 1950 and this Navy Nurse and her potential beau have fused into wall tiles? Or is this a mirror view? A poorly designed jail cell? What am I not getting?

[distopea]

@cantuscorvi

❝ here, it’ll help keep the swelling down. ❞ ( a bonus for Raum and Mads -- maybe helping each other patch up after an intense training ? 0w0 )

ANGST prompt list

He looked at the washcloth stuffed with ice offered by Raum with the ghost of a smile on his lips. Well… Even if smiling wasn’t recommended right now. Pride was always an issue between them since day one. They couldn’t help but surrender to it whenever they were facing each other, even when they were supposed to control their temper and prove that they were better men than anyone else. It was just impossible. Whether it was because of one look, one smirk, or simply because they were both oozing with that equal need to swagger, they once more ended up in a nasty fight. Not that it had been truly unfair… But surely, far too violent and passionate to be tolerated by their commandant for what was supposed to be a training session.

Injured, faces bruised, lips swollen, and body scratched, they had been violently dismissed by the Admiral, back to their small and ridiculous quarter. The two of them were too big for their shared cabin, and the punishment had probably been chosen on purpose. Still though… It hadn’t stopped Raum from wandering quietly to the kitchen hall to retrieve a bit of ice for their swollen cheeks, before they would have to spend the entire evening trapped inside their coffin.

“It’s been a while since I wasn’t grounded by the Commandant.” Mads chuckled while he extended his fingers, catching the washcloth. His face was hurting like hell – Raum was strong when it came to fight – but oddly he believed they had fun. He pressed the wet fabric against his cheek and exhaled. “Fuck… Didn’t know you missed your dentist career for trying to remove my teeth like that.”

The tension was gone. It was as if they had been able to exorcise all that testosterone out of their system, a certain peace invading the atmosphere. Mads hummed and sat onto the bottom bed, once more silently upset with that forced proximity between the two of them, their knees close from one another. He didn’t like the effect it had upon him. Nevertheless, it was new they wouldn’t fight nor bicker as soon as they would evolve in the same space, and for that, Mads was thankful. He sniffed, his nose still bloody, before he eventually eyed that tiny space by his side.

“Sit down. Don’t stay up if you’re dizzy, the pitching will make you sick.” He invited while he closed his eyes, pushing on his arms to drag his body until his back would meet the wall, before he extended his legs in front of him. He pressed the washcloth over his damaged features, then opened his eyes to observe Raum. 

“You know… For a pilot you’re not that bad at fighting.” He tried to smile but it turned into a grimace of pain. “Was it because you had to defend yourself when you were a kid?” The question was genuine, without any form of provocation. For once, they were chatting like equals.

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[oh-hawkeye]

M*A*S*H, "The Army-Navy Game"

[beautyandbaddasses]

[megashivworld-blog]

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