Wounded: A Narrow Escape

Where I was wounded, and my buddy Peachy, Jerry Peachy, we were in a pup tent, and it was wet, raining like hell. You couldn’t dig a hole in the ground, you couldn’t dig in. Evidently a shell landed, killed him and blew me about 20 feet. I was lucky that it was soft. Anyway, they picked me up took me down to the local, the first aid centre. I was there, they tell me about three or four days, and (inaudible) doesn’t have anything broken. I was very fortunate. My shoulder was sore. I tried to work that on an angle with the VA but they didn’t buy it. Anyway I still get that damn sore shoulder every periodically. Anyway I was lucky it’s one of those things that happen. Jimmy (inaudible) he says, “How the hell,” he was driving Tim, he says, “How the hell you got out of that I don’t know.” He was Ted Knell’s driver. I said, “Well it was that day, you know. If you’re number’s on it, it’s on it, if it’s not, it’s not.”