| OCR Text |
Show thought oh god I'm dead. I've killed myself. I didn t v n g t a cratch. Y u kn w, I looked up and said why me Lord? You know what did I do today? I hadn t v n g tt n out of bed yet. How did I piss you off today? But I didn't care. JAS: You did get wounded the day up on that hill, didn't you? Weren't you shot? BILL: Oh, no, not that day. That was back down further, when I took them off. We d gone through that already, so that's why there wasn't hardly anybody left. You know, I think it was March 6th when I got my last wound when they took me out. That was the one in the leg. JAS: This is when you are on Iwo Jima? BILL: Yeah, oh yeah. I was the Platoon Sergeant, a PFC Platoon Sergeant, and I think I couldn't have had more than ten men left. Why I got wounded, we were at Cushman's Pocket. That was the last point of resistance. There were ten thousand of them in this pocket. I showed you a picture of it, and it's at Cushman's Pocket. Okay, and he was our battalion commander, so it was our objective. Well, there were three tanks sitting out in front of us. No, that's the first time; that was earlier. This one tank was sitting at an angle like that. I said, "I'm going to go along the side of this tank, because I can shoot over to this pillbox, and they can't hit me." This tank had been there all day. No movement; no nothing. It was a dead tank. So they said, okay. So I went around, there's this barrel of a cannon, and I'd just got underneath it, and it let go. Fired the cannon. Boom! And I woke up on the beach. Well, the concussion knocked me out, and god, I was bleeding out of my nose, and out of my ears. The doctor was poking all around me when I come to, and I said, "Where in the hell am I?" 111 |
