GREGORY FRIESS, D.O.
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As he entered the room
A blend of bugles could be heard,
Or should have been,
To the Colors
For here was a cavalryman.
Standing straight and slowly moving
He declined my chair
And uncomfortably I took his history, also standing.
Only months later as we stood
Did he casually comment that the bone pain
Never let him sit,
The bony metastases of prostate remained untreated
By his command
(How could a man who'd heard the bugle charge consider castration, estrogens or drugs?) After he'd died
I could still hear the bugles blend
Not taps, but
To the Colors.
FRIESS G. The Major. Ann Intern Med. 1984;101:407. doi: 10.7326/0003-4819-101-3-407_2
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Published: Ann Intern Med. 1984;101(3):407.
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