I met Charles in the hospital wing during WWI. He had just sustained his second of what would be three trips to the infirmary during that First World War. My job was to fix him up just enough so he could hobble back to the front lines. I'd say I did a pretty good job considering he could barely walk when he limped into the hospital, but unfortunately a week later he was wounded again and captured. We quickly became friends during his brief stay under my care.
Charles was liberated from the German POW camp at the end of the war. …
