Lights Out in the Ardennes
by David Ackley
Once with the lights flickering as the generator coughs and splutters, the doc is slicing open a young Private's abdomen when someone opens the tent flap and yells, "Pack it up, we're moving out."
No surprise, but bad timing.
Without looking up or raising his voice, the doc says, " Phil, go out and tell them if they touch that generator I'm coming out scalpel in hand."
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Author's Note
Another piece of my memoir of my uncle Philip Ackley, a Surgical Tech. in a battallion aid station during WWII-- the European Campaign.
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He told them. *
Let ideology never win the battle against Forgetting... Chapeau David.
Thanks for my first grin this morning!
Vivid snippet.
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thanks all you kind folks
Excellent.
Bad timing in so many ways, on so many levels. And in so few words.
Sounds like the army.
A great lost episode of Mash!
Thanks Gary, Dianne, Daniel and Daryl.