Montemaggoire Italy 25th August 1944. I arrived at the aid post almost as soon as the stretcher and then found out it was Scott Coyle who had been hit. Scott was on the stretcher which was placed on the floor. My impression was that Scott had the look of all badly wounded fellows that grey appearance and was covered with a fine dust. This was from being near explosion and was stone dust mixed in with road dust. Scott was sweating and was quite agitated and attempted to tear off his shirt exclaiming how hot he was.
Our medical doctor seemed in a bad state of nerves as the shells from the railway gun were still roaring overhead making enough noise and rush of air that you thought the tiles were going to come off the roof then they crashed and exploded just down past our guns.
Scott said are you ever going to give me a shot of morphine? With this query the medical officer answered if you do not shut up and lay still I will not give you anything.
The way this was going did not sound very well for Scott getting proper attention, so I put my arms around Scott from the back as I knelt behind him, saying just lay still and you will be okay. Scott reached up and put his arms around my neck saying I know you Gordie and I will be still. Followed with the words I should not have run so far after getting hit.
The medical officer at his own good time gave Scott a shot of Morphine and had me relinquish my hold on Scott.
The medical officer then proceeded to take all the shell dressings of Scott's leg. These dressings had been put on by Vic Bennet a great friend of Scott's. Vic had done an expert job and here the medical officer was taking them off. It seemed the longest time to take the dressings off instead of getting Scott to the First Field Casualty station. None of us were impressed with this and when all the bandages were off we could see the extent of Scott's wound. A piece of the shell had gone in one side of his leg and out the other. The flesh was white, no blood. Scott had pumped all out when he had run after being hit. I think the medical officer sprinkled some sulpha powder on the wound, roughly bandaged it back up and I mean roughly. He said okay take him away to the casualty clearing station. Scott’s buddies loaded him in the back of the aid post's small 800cwt truck. Now here is where none of us stepped in. As the truck drove away we noted that no one had been in the back of the truck accompanying Scott. I believe Scott passed away a few moments down the road. Loss of blood, shock, delay in getting him on to where he could get the care. Initially Scott' s comrades were quick to look after him but when he arrived at our own aid post things went nowhere.
The anger towards the medical officer for his poor inefficient conduct almost caused a lynching. Cooler heads prevailed. This medical officer was not our Capt. Strashin who would have handled the situation in a more efficient manner.