"They tied my leg with parachute cord and carried
me up a mountain to a cave. Then they rigged up a burlap
stretcher and carried me fifteen kilometers (eight and
one-half miles) across the hills to Ollioules, where
they found an ambulance. That night I slept in a Toulon
hospital, drugged with morphine. French officials tried
to persuade the Germans to let me remain, but on invasion
eve they sent me to an underground evacuation center.
I felt pretty miserable -- I thought they'd take me
clear to Germany. The next morning a lot of ambulances
drove up and I was taken to Aix.
good medical care. Once they made a half-hearted effort
to pump me. A German captain asked, 'What will you do
with us after you've won?' He also wanted to know how
long I thought the war would last and whether we would
continue to insist on unconditional surrender.
"They gave me good treatment. Nurses gave me so
many cigarettes and chocolates that I had a twinge of
conscience. The other patients were getting only one
or two cigarettes a day. So when I had collected a cigar
box full of cigarettes I asked a nurse to distribute
them among the others.
"I think I know why
they treated me so well. The Partisans were raising
hell all about, and they were happy to have an American
around for their own security."