Phil was transported by a hospital train ninety miles south to the Army’s 46th General Hospital in Besançon. The trip took six hours.[1]

Once at the field hospital, Phil required very little morphine, and his appetite quickly increased.

He was able to shower, and the meals in the officer’s ward were both hot and delicious.

The doctors examined his wound daily and felt he was doing well, with no signs of infection.

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW.

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[1] Larimore, At First Light, 169

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