A Great American! 🇺🇸 & 🔥

They criticize what they wish they were— bitter because they can’t even compete.

🙏🇺🇸🙏 "I'll Take Good Care of You" 🙏 Decades after the Vietnam War had ended, Patti Ehline was approached by a man who recognized her instantly. "You were my nurse in Vietnam," he said. "You took off my leg." She paused, searching her memory. There had been so many faces, so many wounded, so many moments that blurred together in the chaos of war. She couldn't place him. But he remembered her. Just before the anesthesia had taken him under, Patti had leaned close and whispered, "I'll take good care of you." Those were the last words he heard before losing consciousness—and the ones he carried with him for the rest of his life. Patricia Ann "Patti" Ehline had joined the U.S. Army Nurse Corps in 1966, following the path of her father, a veteran of two wars. By 1967, she was a registered nurse. A year later, at just 22 years old, she was sent to Vietnam—arriving during the deadliest year of the conflict. She was assigned to Lai Khê, where helicopters arrived day and night, carrying the wounded straight from the battlefield. The sound of rotor blades never stopped. Neither did the work. Her shifts stretched endlessly-twelve, sometimes twenty-four hours without rest. In those moments, there was no time to hesitate. Nurses like Patti had seconds to decide who could be saved, who needed immediate surgery, and who would not survive. Inside the hospital tents, the operating rooms never went quiet. Patti assisted in countless procedures, including amputations, her body pushed to its limits, her arms trembling from exhaustion. To survive it, she learned a painful truth—move fast now, feel it later. Danger always lurked. Patti had several near misses with mortars attacks. Just one week after Patti left Vietnam, another nurse, Sharon Lane, was killed in a rocket attack—the only American servicewoman to die from direct enemy fire during the war. In 1970, Patti returned home as a First Lieutenant, decorated for her service. But the war did not stay behind. Like many veterans, she carried it with her. The memories, the sounds, the faces—they followed her into her quietest moments. Nightmares came. Sleep didn't. At the time, there were no words for what she was experiencing. PTSD was not yet widely recognized, and many suffered in silence. Over the years, she turned her pain into purpose —working to support veterans and bring awareness to the invisible wounds of war. Today, living in Colorado, she continues to share her story—not just for herself, but for the thousands of women whose service was often overlooked. Nearly 11,000 American military women served in Vietnam, most of them nurses. They worked in the shadows of war, saving lives, making impossible choices, and carrying the weight of it all long after the fighting stopped. Men who still remember, years later, the calm voice of a young nurse leaning close in the middle of chaos, offering the only thing she could promise in that moment: "I'll take good care of you." And she did. God bless this American hero 🙏🇺🇸🙏

On this episode of Grandma Was a Hooch, her words not mine, Hannah recounts the story of her nana, who incidentally developed an acquaintance with a certain motorcycle club. Normally I wouldn't condone this kind of talk, but the lady has a good story to tell and hey, it’s her grandma, not mine! 😳😆😳😆😂 Buckle up! You’re in for a wild ride!

Has anyone said this to you? I felt like throat punching them to!

She’s a keeper. I hope she makes it. 🙏

I am a big fan! 😎 Can you belive that Sam Fricker is only 23 years old! Super fire?! 🔥🔥

Mia has been taking the money that her dad leaves for a tip. Sounds like she’s been doing this for a little while. 🤣🤣🤣