Doctor David Wilsey
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There was a lengthy screed about his black comrades-in-arms, which began
with the always troubling disclaimer, “I am NOT prejudiced—whether you
believe me or not”:
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The silence must have frightened Emily Wilsey.
In the seven months since her husband had gone to war, Captain David
Wilsey, a 30-year-old anesthesiologist with the 116th Evacuation
Hospital, had never gone more than a day or two without sending her a
letter.
Every step of the frigid, mud-soaked, and bloody Allied advance across France and Germany, he had written to her of his experiences. But now, with victory assured and the newspapers declaring the war in Europe all but over, the letters had stopped.
Every step of the frigid, mud-soaked, and bloody Allied advance across France and Germany, he had written to her of his experiences. But now, with victory assured and the newspapers declaring the war in Europe all but over, the letters had stopped.
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Our soldiers would still tcb if we just had a few Patton's around with the stones to know what MUST be done.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to hear that they weren't shot outright but enjoyed the intramural sports while anticipating the end.