In a dripping Army tent in Buna last week a heavy-set Boston surgeon, Major Neil Swinton, wiped the sweat from his balding head, looked down at the soldier on the stretcher—newest patient of the "fourth portable." The boy was dirty, his eyes were closed, his chest was taped where the Major had cut out a sniper's slug the size of a silver dollar which had torn through from the back, just missing his heart. But because of the soothing hypodermic and the yellowish fluid now trickling into his arm, he was breathing easily. Only 40 minutes before he had been patrolling...
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