"I was flying my Navy F-8 Crusader on a bright sunny day, September 5, when I was shot down over North Vietnam.
In the ejection my
right leg was broken. After the leg was finally operated on, I was in a
cast for about four months. It took about two years with my roommates'
help to achieve full use
of the leg. It was my constant desire not to be a cripple so as to fly
again
someday.
Other than my leg, the treatment and daily routine as a prisoner of war was similar to that described by most of the men. The food was just enough to sustain life. A constant battle was to keep our minds active."
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