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of change that I have in a jar. I looked in his wallet, and he had a picture of a
soldier and his wife, I guess, or girlfriend, and I said, "Mama, this old boy won't
ever see this gal anymore, because I just let him have it." Stuff like that. Things
like that hurt looking back, but then you just had a different feeling toward them.
Well, you really didn't have a choice being drafted in there.
But you didn't think nothing of it.
But you're defending your country.
But now we buy everything they make, and they make good stuff, too.
I guess that's all I have to ask. As far as the medical attention, you personally
were never hurt, but from you could tell of the medical help, it was all real good.
If people got hurt, they would go into these medical tents?
Oh, yes. They were evacuated quick and taken to the general hospital.
And the care there?
It was very good-very good. No question about that.
You said they had an Army chaplain?
He stayed close. It wasn't long after this happened, and we were getting close to
the war, and we came back and set up a little place there, and the chaplain came
around. I told him I wanted to talk to him and told him the situation, and he said,
"Great, great!" He asked me where I was from, what church and what-not, and
he said he would get a letter to them and let them know your situation. I never
did see the letter, but Mama said the preacher got it and read it.
So he would actually send letters to your hometown?
He did on this occasion. Real nice letters. His name was John L. Johns, and he
went to Baptist seminary in Fort Worth.
That was probably real helpful to everyone to know a chaplain was there.
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