I gotta say, all the way through college, grad school and my years at the VA, I never really imagined that I'd provide social work/therapy services out of a bunker...but that's exactly where I found myself. It wasn't so bad - more private than the aid station was - but then it got dark and cold(er)...I drew the line when I could no longer see the face of my patient =)
Either way, I've now been told that I'm officially a combat social worker, and yup, we find ourselves doing therapy in non-traditional settings. Not always ideal, but I always seem to make it enjoyable. And after all, the the soldiers loved it - they could smoke or spit without any concern or hesitation. Yay me.
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