A few wives went along, but most of them just left their husbands at Kansas City's Union Station in the care of Monsignor Curtis Tiernan. Some of the ladies felt a little trepidation. Pug-nosed, cheerful Monsignor Tiernan, the boys' old World War I chaplain, had never been a stern watchdog and he didn't look like one. His charges—staid-looking Midwest businessmen—were kicking up a mild and happy uproar when the train pulled out. They were the boys of Harry Truman's old Battery D, 129th Field Artillery, A.E.F., on their way to Washington for...
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