One cold afternoon last week, at New York's Halloran (Army) Hospital, a long hospital train stood on the siding. Out of the hospital, walking, hobbling, on crutches, on stretchers, came the young wounded veterans of World War II. The men were just five days back in the U.S., just two weeks out of North Africa, veterans of Tunisia, Sicily, Salerno and Naples. The train would take them to Midwest Army hospitals, where they would be near home.
The train was clean and comfortable, with the antiseptic smell of a hospital. Each ward car had...
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