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That one hit me like a ton of bricks. It made me think of my Uncle Joe, whom I never met, a gangly teen-ager whose biggest thrill was to get to the record store every week to hear the latest tunes. But he enlisted and fought overseas till one day he suffered a flesh wound on a French battlefield, but his buddy suffered worse, and Joe carried him to safety. They were short on penicillin so his more severely wounded buddy got it and Joe didn't. He died there from an infection. My grandmother, a Sicilian immigrant, never got the whole story from the army so she made the train trip from Fort Edward to a hospital in New York City to see his buddy and learn what happened to her teen-aged son.