IS HE GOING TO
| I took my son
to Las Vegas for a few days in June to
celebrate his 21st birthday . On the return flight, an
elderly gentleman a few rows in front of us suffered a
"cardiac event". A number of self proclaimed nurses on
the flight began patting his hand and calling out his name
without effect. After a few minutes of watching this man
fail to respond and turn a sickly shade of gray, I got up
and volunteered my son to help me. Together we got him
down on the deck of the aircraft and put an oxygen mask
on the man even though he was not breathing, had no perceptible
pulse and was quite cold. Before I could begin CPR, his wife,
quite scared, asked if I was a doctor. "No ma'am", I answered.
"a corpsman with The Marines". "Oh", she said, "my husband
was a Marine." "Is he going to die?" "No ma'am", I answered
with the stock phrase, "No one dies on this corpsman without
my express permission." "What was your husband's rank?"
She answered " He was a private at Guadalcanal in World War II."
I immediately leaned over the man and over the engine
noise yelled in the man's ear. " Private, take a deep breath!"
After yelling this two more times, the man's chest heaved
slightly and then he took a good deep breath. After a few
more good hits on the oxygen mask, he opened his eyes. Before
we landed his color had returned, he had a good pulse and had
warmed up. Although still groggy, as he was taken off the
plane on a stretcher by the paramedics, he grabbed my hand and
whispered, "Semper Fi".
P.G. Bradt, HM2
Corpsman of Marines