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		On one 
		occasion our “F” Company first sergeant brazenly walked into the QM dump, 
		stepped into a truck waiting to be unloaded, and drove off. Of all 
		things, the truck was loaded with canned fruit, mostly cherries. 
		Undismayed, he and his cohorts set about building a still to make a 
		distilled liquor. After scrounging around the big sugar mill and other 
		places for parts, including copper tubing, they built an apparatus and 
		soon were producing a potent drink. One thing could be said for sure 
		about the cherry flavored brew, was that those who drank some of it would 
		never forget it. It must have been 180 proof. 
		
		One night a 
		sergeant from "E" Company came to our tent and motioned for me to come 
		outside. When I came out he asked, "Lieutenant, do you want a case of 
		beer?"  
		
		Even though I knew the 
		sergeant well I could not believe this, but I replied that I did. He 
		took me over to a parked deuce and a half, jumped up on the bed, and 
		slid a case of beer back to me. The next day we heard that a crime had 
		been committed the night before.  As a truck was pulling away from the M.P. check point near the beach, a soldier had stepped up on the running 
		board and into the passenger side of the truck. He was armed with a .45 
		caliber pistol and had the driver stop and get out. Then he drove off 
		into the night. Those of us who knew the sergeant well knew he was no 
		criminal. He was a kind and just man, looking out for the welfare of 
		his fellow comrades. 
		
		We were 
		getting too settled, so a change must be in the making. Beside training 
		everyday brings on a restlessness for action. The unit was in peak 
		condition and ready for combat. 
		
		Our 
		battalion surgeon, Doctor "Doc" Charles H. Bradford had a new assistant. 
		1st Lt. Charles Donus had joined us just before we left Leyte, bound for 
		Mindoro. He was a free spirit. For the landing he packed his musette bag 
		with bottles of booze. After the landing when "Doc" Bradford became aware 
		of this he was shocked. Doc was a real soldier and such behavior did not 
		fit his pattern of soldierly behavior. 
		
		After we set 
		up our camp we bathed and washed our clothing in the Bugsanga River. The 
		river was wide and shallow, but the waters were swift and clear. One day 
		Dr. Donus lost his fatigue trousers in the swift current, and they were 
		last seen heading west toward the sea. Some of the jokers immediately 
		went to our aid station and told Doc that he should head for the river 
		quickly because his latest assistant had flipped, too. They said that 
		Donus had thrown his pants in the river and was running around half 
		naked. What really made the story more plausible was that back at 
		Dobodura, Doc's assistant at that time had suffered a mental breakdown, 
		had to be restrained, and shipped out. Moreover, this new assistant goes 
		into a beach landing assault against unknown enemy capabilities with no 
		personal belongings, just whiskey. Doc, of course, left immediately and 
		met Donus coming along the trail heading for the cantonment area 'sans coulette.'  
		
		For a short time each doctor seemed to question the other's 
		sanity. 
		
		Doc always 
		reacted with kind forbearance, much like a father toward mischievous 
		children. Of all the men in our battalion, Doc was the most loved and 
		respected. This gentleman was a friend of all - private, non-com, 
		lieutenant, captain, and field grade. When I say gentleman, I use the 
		most appropriate word for he is a true gentleman. When I read of George 
		Washington and Robert E. Lee and other famous gentleman I am reminded of 
		Charles Bradford. He certainly carries on the great tradition of the 
		William Bradford family. 
		
		As a medical 
		doctor he specialized in orthopedic surgery, possessing unusual ability 
		in this field. There are still old 503d'ers with all their arms and legs 
		who would have lost one or more were it not for the great skill and 
		competence of Doc.  Ask Richard Lampman, Herb Elmore, and so many others. 
		
		Great 
		soldier, skilled surgeon, "real" gentleman Doc. was still much more. He 
		was 
		one of the most educated men I have ever known. Doc's knowledge included 
		the classics, history, and philosophy. He had a naturally inquisitive 
		mind and sought to find out about everything surrounding him. A good 
		example of his inquisitiveness was shown when the story came out about 
		"Commando" Kelly winning the Congressional Medal of Honor. One of the 
		weapons he used, according to the news, was 60mm mortar shells for 
		hand-grenades. 
		
		We had a lively discussion 
		over whether a man could slam a 60mm shell against the ground hard 
		enough to cause the safety mechanism to deactivate, thus arming the 
		round. While we talked, Doc took some rounds out into the forest and ran 
		his own tests. For the life of me I cannot remember the results. Being a 
		friend of this great man is cherished by me. 
		
		Charles Donus was a very 
		competent, hardworking doctor who served us well. We appreciated him. He 
		was much like us in finding fun where he could. 
		
		For a few 
		days we had time for recreation on the flat, dusty plains of Mondoro. I 
		can still see Al Turinsky, John Britten, Lawson Caskey, Tom McNerney and 
		so many of our battalion officers on the volleyball court. We played 
		touch football, too. There were movies every night. We had to be hard up 
		for entertainment to sit through some of them. As the war progressed the 
		movies seemed to grow ever more poor. 
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