When a person has a debilitating disease, he/she is always on the lookout for something to cure his/her curse or at least make a life a little bit better. Because we live in a “drug” culture, help often come in a pill or a syringe, and other alternatives seem to be ignored.This morning on CBS This Morning, they presented a story about some research going on at Duke University. They interviewed a researcher who is exploring how a damaged brain and a healthy brain of another person can be networked to overcome the disability.
Sounds a little like science fiction, huh?
Well, they have had success with primates, getting the monkey to do things monkeys are not supposed to be able to do. But the research is preliminary. The power of the mind involves 100 billion neurons in our brains and capturing their power is limitless. Just think of the implications this new approach could mean for brain injuries and diseases. If we can eliminate brain diseases — and there is a very long list — wouldn’t that be a miracle? If this research offers a cure for stroke patients, wouldn’t that be a blessing?
I don’t think people should live forever, but I do think those patients who slip away a little piece at a time or lay in a nursing home because the treatments have been exhausted is inhumane. Generally, our culture doesn’t condone assisted suicide, so people who are stricken with brain injuries or disease must wait for death to release them from their pain and disabilities. This situation is not fair to the patient or the family who cares for them. If brains can be networked with a small device, and a better life can be achieved I truly think we have advanced the entire human race.
What do you think?
APPLE PIE AND STRUDEL GIRLS – BOOK 6 (CONTINUED)
Sicily, October—The winter rains in Sicily usually began in November, but in 1943 they came a month early. The medical staff struggled to maintain adequate sterile facilities under wet canvas tents. A severe storm in Salerno knocked down the tents of the evacuation hospital, and Josie and the other drenched nurses needed to move over a thousand patients to an abandoned tobacco warehouse. This enormous undertaking needed to be completed quickly to prevent patients from developing complications from exposure.
The weather continued to be dreadful into November, which caused problems on the ground as well as in the air. For the first three weeks of the month, Josie met Anna almost daily on evacuation runs. The few precious minutes together in this foreign place reminded them life offered more than mangled young men and the stench of bodily fluids.
Josie always looked forward to Anna’s arrival, but when she didn’t make an appearance during the first two weeks in November, Josie’s intuition told her Anna must be in trouble. At first Josie thought perhaps Anna was transferred, but Anna would have told her about such a change. Josie’s concern deepened when Anna didn’t show up for the special Thanksgiving dinner.
Rumors filled the camp that a hospital transport plane lost radio contact during one of the recent bad storms. The crew never returned to base. Josie didn’t want to believe Anna might be on that plane, but her intuition told her otherwise.
Albania – November—The hospital transport plane took off in heavy weather, and once in the air, the compass of the plane failed. The pilot became disoriented, and his confusion caused him to head east when he believed he was flying south. After a couple of hours, the plane’s wings iced up and the plane ran out of fuel causing them to crash in the Albanian mountains behind German lines.
Even though the descent was terrifying, everyone except the pilot survived. The medic and nurse suffered a few lacerations and bruises, and the four patients on board lingered in a state of shock. Terror set in when armed men dressed in ragged clothes surrounded the plane. Anna studied the chiseled, dirty faces of the rag-tag bunch of grubby men out of one of the small plane windows. A flashing thought told her this might be the end of the line for her and the others.
The guerrilla group forced their way into the plane, and one of them spoke English.
Mike, the medic on board, stepped in front of Anna and answered. “Yes.”
The scruffy man pointed to his chest. “I help.”
Mike continued as the spokesman for the Americans. “These men are wounded. We need to get to a hospital.”
“No hospital, but we take you to safety.” The man replied.
Mike and Anna realized they couldn’t stay in the plane, but should they trust this crusty bunch with their safety? Anna and Mike stared at each other. The only good choice seemed to be to trust the hooligans. Mike made the decision. “Okay. We will go with you.”
“The journey is long.” the man said, “But we must go now before Germans find you.”
Anna whispered. “Are you sure about this?”
After a slight pause Mike turned to Anna and said, “You realize our options are severely curtailed, right? We’ll freeze here. If the Krauts catch us, we’ll all be POWs. and then all bets are off.”
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Mike was right. “I guess we need to take a chance, huh?”
Anna went to work. She bundled up the patients with the extra blankets on board and packed their meager supplies in a duffle bag.
The Albanian leader ordered, “Follow me. Go to farm. They help.”
The scruffy saviors carried the wounded on the stretchers. Anna and Mike stayed behind to set the plane ablaze to eliminate any evidence they might have survived the crash. As the flames licked through the fuselage, Anna clenched her teeth and wiped away tears. She feared the coming days and for several minutes she thought about cuddling with Tommy at home before a roaring fire. Would she live to see the day?
Mike and Anna walked away from the plane. They ran to catch up with the rest of the group. In the background a huge explosion nearly knocked them off their feet as the remaining fuel caught fire. The snowy landscape made the mile journey tough. Just about the time Anna was ready to fall down for good and go to sleep in the snow, the leader announced, “We are here.”
A farmer and his wife met them in the yard of a ramshackle house. They led the group to a large round barn which sat behind the house. The farmer opened the door to reveal a roaring fire in a pit in the middle of the circular barn. A hole in the roof let he smoke escape. Donna and Mike moved close to the flames and rubbed their hands together to get warm. The Albanian men gently lowered the wounded near the fire too.
Anna dropped her guard. She turned to the leader. “Thank you for bringing us here.”
The man nodded.
The farmer’s wife served them thin potato soup and some crusty fresh bread. She offered each of them a bowl and spoon and motioned for them to eat. Anna let the warm soup defrost her inside. With hand motions and gestures, the Americans communicated their appreciation to their hosts.
After the patients ate and fell asleep, Anna went to the leader who rescued them. “Thank you again.” She said. “What is your name?”
The scruffy man smiled. “My real name too hard. Call me Jack.”
Anna smiled. “Okay, Jack. Call me Anna.”
“Anna, you are a very brave. Journey is dangerous. You sleep now. I stay awake. In morning we leave.”
“Where are we going, Jack?”
“Bari. Americans there.”
Anna nodded and moved to the other side of the barn where Mike slept. She lay in the straw and prayed. She wasn’t religious, but after living three years with Josie, she thought she would give praying a chance. “Thank you Lord for watching over us with these brave strangers. Please keep us safe on our long journey. Keep me strong. Please don’t let anything happen to my men. Amen.” It was a prayer she would repeat many times.
The band of guerrilla fighters, Anna, Mike, and four wounded soldiers left the following morning before sunrise. The farmer gave them a cart and a small amount of food. Overnight, one of Jack’s men found a couple of donkeys to haul their gear, and he also brought some Albanian clothing he insisted Mike and Anna wear. The farmer’s wife offered Anna a boiled wool hat. Anna tried to refuse the gift, but through Jack she learned the farmer’s wife insisted because Anna would need the extra warmth for the long journey.
Bari, Italy was eight hundred long miles away through mountainous terrain. The first morning of the journey began with the sun shining, but by evening the temperature dropped and snow fell from the dark clouds. The group sought refuge in a cave where Jack’s men built a fire. Anna gave everyone a MRE pouch. She planned to save the small amount of food the farmer’s wife gave them after the “Meals Ready to Eat” ran out. After they ate and warmed themselves by the fire, the group minus one lookout fell asleep.
On average the group covered about thirteen miles each day; when the weather cooperated, they covered about fifteen miles. Storms in the mountains came with little warning, but somehow Jack found adequate shelter to wait them out. Once he found an abandoned building, which protected them from a blizzard. Another night they found a cave large enough to build a fire and shelter them from another snow storm. Mike joked, “Hell must be frozen over, and we found it.”
When they exhausted the food they brought with them, Jack’s men proved they were excellent hunters. They hunted deer, elk, and rabbits which kept everyone from starving. Mike learned how to butcher the kill, and Anna learned how to cook the wild meat. Jack devised a method to melt snow, which gave them plenty of drinking water. With such a strenuous, long journey ahead of them, they took nothing for granted. Anna insisted they all say a blessing before every meal and even Jack’s men participated by bowing their heads.
About a month into their trek, a blinding snowstorm forced them to live in a cave for several days. When the storm cleared, Jack and the group needed to trudge through deep snow drifts which made the next few days drudgery. Tramping through knee deep snow slowed them to a crawl, but so far, they eluded any German.
They abandoned the cart the farmer gave them because lugging the thing through the deep snow wasted too much of their energy. Fortunately Jack’s practical genius provided a solution. He rigged sleds out of rough timbers and the canvas stretchers. Then he hitched them to the donkeys to pull the wounded men through the snow. Anna, Mike, and the other guerrilla fighters carried supplies on their backs. No matter what obstacle they encountered, Jack always came up with an idea to pull them through.
During the two-month trip, Mike feared one of the guerrillas might try to take advantage of Anna, so he protected her at all times. He kept no secret he slept with a pistol and made sure Anna slept next to him every night.
About the time Anna thought she couldn’t endure any more, Jack announced with great exuberance, “We are here!” He pointed to a bunch of tents in the distance. “We are here!”
Tears of joy rolled down Anna’s cheeks when she caught a glimpse of the American flag. The weary, filthy vagabonds made a nurse scream at the sight of them. Soldiers with machine guns encircled them.
Anna spoke first. “We are medi-vac personnel. Our plane went down in Albania behind the German lines and lucky for us, these men helped us get here.”
The colonel in charge met them at the gate, “You want us to believe you all walked eight hundred miles ?”
Anna removed her fur hat and shook out her blond curls. “Sir, I am not aware of the mileage, but I can tell you our journey’s been a damn long one.”
“Well I’ll be damned. This war always has its share of surprises. Come this way.” The colonel escorted Anna and the men to the hospital. Their Good Samaritan, Jack the Albanian, pulled them through alive, just like he promised.
After Anna, Mike, and their saviors took off their outer clothing, the medical staff found Mike contracted pneumonia, and Anna suffered from dysentery and jaundice. The wounded men, who made the eight hundred mile journey on gerry-rigged stretcher sleds, required treatment for bed sores and injuries due to exposure. The Albanian men and all the Americans suffered frostbite, fatigue, and hunger.
After recovering for a few days, Jack announced he needed to leave. He stopped by Anna’s bedside to say goodbye. “Anna, going to be okay?”
Anna smiled. “Thanks to you, Jack, I’m going to be just fine. Are you leaving?”
“Yes. But I say goodbye first. You brave as any man. Tough and never complain. A good woman.”
“Thank you, Jack.” She blushed. “Are your men well enough to travel so soon?”
“Yes. We must go back and continue the fight.”
“But how will you get back? You’re not going to walk, are you?”
Jack laughed. “No Miss Anna. the Colonel give us jeep. We travel alone. No Americans to slow us down.” He snickered. “If Germans catch us, we say we stole the vehicle.”
Anna laughed and started to cough. “I owe you my life, Jack. How can I thank you?”
“Win the war, Miss Anna. Help me kill Nazis. They are very bad. Killed my whole family.”
“I will do my best.” Anna smiled and her tone got serious. “Jack, bend down.”
He obliged. Anna kissed his cheek. “Go with God, Jack.”
Her show of affection moved him. He took her hand and kissed it. Then he walked away. Anna never saw him again.
A small town in Italy, November 1943—Mario’s unit went into a mountainous village in northeastern Sicily near the coast. Their assignment required them and a second unit to scout the town and clear out any Germans before the Americans moved north.
The groups split and headed in opposite directions. When they lost sight of each other unit, a Tommy gun ripped off several rapid shots in the distance. The men jumped into nearby ditch.
Marco said, “I bet Porter’s trigger finger got itchy.”
“You wish,” his sergeant said. “Shut up and get down.”
The shots rung in Mario’s ears. An odor of burned ammo hung in the air.
The men lay still and listened intently. The village grew quiet. No gunfire. No voices. The sergeant slithered out of the ditch and knelt down on the cobblestone road. He turned his head in both directions then Sergeant Riley motioned for the men to follow him down the street. Their senses shifted into high alert with the possibility of danger lurking around the next bend in the road.
Mario whispered to the guy in front of him, “Doesn’t this remind you of the movies?”
Sergeant Riley turned around and scowled at Mario. “Shut up, soldier.”
When the patrol came to an intersection, Riley peered around the corner and pulled his head back with a quick jerk. He paused and took a longer look. He spied Porter and his men at the end of the street. They walked along the road strung out with a few feet between each man. The two patrols met in the middle of the block. “Did you fire?” Riley asked Porter.
“Yeah. A couple of Krauts ran up the street. We ran the Tommy on them, but I don’t think we hit anything.”
“Did they fire on you?” Riley asked
“No, they just turned tail and ran. Probably got separated from their unit.” Porter laughed. “I think they’re still runnin’!”
“How do you get so lucky? The Krauts we meet always want a fight.” Riley grunted.
“Keep your head down, Riley!” Porter waved as his patrol fell in behind him.
“Same to you, bucko. Keep a safety on those Tommy’s. You scared the shit out of me!”
“Will do, fraidy cat.” Porter saluted Riley and joined his men.
Riley lead his patrol in the opposite direction to search the rest of the area. As they walked toward the outskirts of the small village, fewer houses appeared, and those standing got farther apart. When the road curved, houses appeared on the left side of the road with the mountainside on the right. A series of plowed terraces with olive trees produced a scene of green stripes in black fertile earth.
Mario spied two civilians vanish into a nearby house. “Sarg,” He pointed to the house with two fingers raised. The patrol stopped. The couple had retreated into a two-story stone building with a large unpainted wooden door. The windows were boarded up. The patrol prepared to attack. Riley dropped to one knee with his rifle pointed at the door. Mario assumed the same position with his Tommy gun. No one spoke. The sergeant used hand motions to position the remainder of the unit. George reached over and tried the doorknob. Locked.
Everyone stared at the door. Riley nodded. A guy named George banged the door with the butt of his gun. Almost immediately a woman began to scream. He banged again. Her screams became hysterical. “Tedeschi!”
Mario understood. He whispered to Riley. “She thinks we’re Krauts, Sarg.”
The woman shrieked, “No!’ No! No!”
Riley said, “For godsakes, Mario, get her to shut up!”
Mario shouted something in Italian with a fierce voice. The woman immediately stopped screaming. The patrol waited. A petite middle-aged woman with long black and silver hair peaked out from behind the door. “Americanos?”
Riley answered, “Si.” Yes happened to be the only Italian word he understood.
She opened the door fully and cried. She put her hands to her cheeks as she went from man to man, hugging and kissing them.
When she came to Mario’s, she said, “Lei parla Italiano?”
He answered, “A little. un po’.”
She kissed him on both cheeks before she scurried into the house and came out with an overflowing basket of grapes. She gave every man a handful.
“Hey Mario, you need to tell our new friend this isn’t a social call. We’ve got work to do.” Sergeant Riley said.
“Yes sir.” Mario faced the woman. “Mi dispiace. Dobbiamo lasciare.”
She blushed and smiled before she moved toward the house with the empty basket. “Grazie!, Grazie. Vai con Dio.” She smiled and waved goodbye.
Riley ordered. “The party’s over, gentlemen. Let’s get going.” Everyone waved to the woman and turned down the road heading out of town.
“What did she say, Mario?” Riley said.
“She said thanks, go with God, sir.”
“Amen to that!”