From: “Our Jungle Road to Tokyo”
I remembers a story Bob Shoe told on himself. During the hottest of the fighting on Negros, he was making a trip to the front to look over the situation. His jeep passed through a weary column of the 503rd Parachute Regiment which had been relieved after many hours of fighting and was on its way to the rear.
General Shoe is completely free of pretentiousness; he was born honest and friendly. When he stopped for a drink at a spring, he spoke to a grimy paratrooper. His question didn’t mean anything; it was merely passing the time of day.
“How are things at the front?” Shoe asked cheerfully.
The veteran paratrooper, probably 20 years old, looked at Shoe’s clean uniform and his star and his jeep with elaborate boredom and said nothing. Shoe went on…
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