My mother was a nurse in WWII, trained as a psyche nurse for military personnel returning home from war. She died when I was too young, too unworldly to ask questions about her duty stationed in Seattle. She told us a couple of sweet, silly stories that she and her nurse colleagues shared, but nothing deeper than that. I had a girlfriend from high school who was a nurse in the Vietnam War, but we never shared more than superficial info. With more quotes than commentary, this book gives valuable insight into war, medical care, and the precursor to the '60s women's movement. I include the women's movement because the WWII generation of nurses were daughters and granddaughters of American Suffragettes. This is the stuff we are made of.