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When I got back home, I didn’t do much for the rest of that year.  The next year I farmed, raised a crop
               and milked cows.

               When I think back on it, the only care I got was from the Germans in their field hospitals.  I never got
               treatment from an American.  The Germans patched me up and even gave me a blood transfusion.  If it
               hadn’t been for the Germans; I would be in bad shape and I might not be telling you my story.  The wound
               pretty much healed itself.  That shoulder was really sore for a long time.  When I tried to pick something
               up, I had to use my other arm.

               It wasn’t long before President Truman ordered the bombing of Japan.  I didn’t think he knew what he
               was doing.  But that got the war over with, so I guess he did.  I was thrilled to death on the day we knew
               the war was over.  A lot of young men had lost their lives; lots of them, lots of them.  You can’t imagine
               what it was like on D-Day trying to get that beachhead established.  It was crazy.

               When I look back; I had a family that was against the war, I didn’t want to go, I was wounded, and only
               the Germans and the Red Cross helped us; I came home wounded and wearing a purple heart and a
               POW medal; I was thrilled to death to be back.  My family and friends thought that I might be gone.  They
               knew I was a POW, and that I was wounded and in the hospital in Ruins, France, but they didn’t know I
               had survived.

               Somebody drove down from Lawrenceburg and delivered a message to my parents that I had been
               captured.  I do know this; the Red Cross woman in Anderson County at that time was real nice to my
               family; she really was and I did a bad thing.  I came from Louisville to Lawrenceburg on a bus and I didn’t
               have no way to get home from there.

               I saw a friend that lived close to home and he had room for me, so I was going to ride home with him.
               Before we left, I saw that Red Cross woman.  She wanted to take me home, but I told her I’d already told
               this guy I was going with him, so I best ride along with him.  She begged me; she wanted to take me
               home.  I ought to have let her done it but, I didn’t, I should have, but I didn’t.
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