ASK A VET EP 39: What They Never Told You About Being a Combat Flight Nurse in Vietnam

Deanna Halterman Savage graduated from Johns Hopkins School of Nursing in 1958 and joined the Air Force Nurse Corps in 1960. Not because she had a plan, but because a split-shift job in an English hospital had two pot-bellied stoves and no housekeeping staff. She was 21. By the time Vietnam came, she had years of experience behind her. None of it prepared her for what she was about to see.

Her introduction to the war didn’t happen in a jungle. It happened at Travis Air Force Base in California, where she and a colleague had been assigned to set up a casualty staging unit. The first plane in was supposed to be a routine flight from Korea. Instead, a bus pulled up carrying 35 young amputees, mostly teenagers, who looked up at the nurse with the broken hand in the cast and asked what had happened to her. She couldn’t cry. She couldn’t show a thing. “How do you react to that?” she asks. She did it the only way a good nurse can: got to work.

After a year of processing thousands of wounded soldiers through that staging unit, Deanna was transferred to Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines, where she flew medevac missions with the 57th Aeroevacuation Squadron. The flights were C-141 cargo planes stripped and loaded with litters, sometimes 87 patients stacked four high from tail to cockpit, tended by two nurses and two corpsmen with a footlocker of supplies and no doctor in sight. She learned what burn wounds do at altitude, why a full body cast can become a death sentence mid-flight, and how to advocate for a boy with a tracheotomy even when a fellow nurse told her she was spoiling him. Her corpsman, Sergeant Harris, stayed by her side through all of it. “These boys are going to get the best care they’ve ever had on this trip,” she told him, “because they’re not going to get it when they get home.”

Deanna carried the weight of those flights quietly for decades, through a Navy marriage, five children, heartbreaking losses, a divorce she didn’t see coming, and a PTSD diagnosis that finally gave language to what she’d been holding since the 1960s. 

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