dole hurled a grenade into an empty gun nest. he was trying to help a fallen comrade, his platoon radioman, when everything changed. and i mean everything changed. his spine was damaged because fire tore across the hills, shattering his body, grieves youly wounded, he was paralyzed. dragged behind a wall, bob would pass in and out of consciousness, dreaming of home as he laid bleeding in the foxhole for nearly nine hours. he was 21 years old. in decades on, we gathered here in a world far different from the mountains battlefield in 1945. but there s something there s something that connects that