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Here are some more of my Dad’s favorite quotes about the Infantrymen he served with and loved (as well as one about horses he rode) that […]

Tuesday, November 7, 1944. The election took place during World War II, which ended the following year. Incumbent Democratic President Franklin D. Roosevelt defeated Republican Thomas […]

I’m continuing a blog on most days until mid 2025 following my father’s exploits and adventures during WWII. Each blog will represent what he and the […]

Then on November 1, they took Phil to the operating room to further debride and suture up both leg wounds (the bullet entrance wound, and the […]

Here are some more of my Dad’s favorite quotes about the Infantrymen he served with and loved (as well as one about horses he rode) that […]

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]

After his surgery, Phil first wrote a letter to his mother (see yesterday afternoon’s blog), hoping against hope it would get to her before the Army […]

As Phil moved through the military medical triage system, he felt he was on an assembly line. And he was. The remarkable recovery rate for wounded […]

The next thing Phil knew, one end of his stretcher was strapped to one of his A&P mules, and the other end was carried by Private […]