A Belgian Sister and myself were holding a massively wounded Turkish soldier who had just died. And that gentle sister was softly singing to him, a lullaby from her home province. And her look of such great compassion and tenderness I shall not forget. And I am very glad that I had met and worked with

Anyone who would volunteer to go to a kimshi eating, fecal-agriculture country, with nothing but vertical contours, killer winters and killer rains, with killer hot seasons in between, in order to help preserve its freedom by engaging its brutal invaders in close combat, is a risk taker. No common sense, the Digs, at all at all.