What does a country doctor do when, on his rounds, he encounters a Nazi parachutist? In the British Lancet which reached the U.S. last week, an anonymous doctor told what he had done. He had just left a farmhouse after delivering a baby. As he stuck his forceps in his hip pocket, he saw an airplane "crashing to earth and the ... pilot . . . floating gracefully from the sky." The doctor dashed back to the farm, snatched up a pitchfork, went after the parachutist, whom he found in the garden, still tangled in his harness.
"Who are you?" asked the...
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