I just remembered - I met General of the Army Omar Bradley when I was in the Army as a student at Wm. Beaumont Army Medical Center, El Paso, TX. He was visiting one of the clinics that we were serving our rotation on, so the Head Nurse made all of us nasty students cram ourselves into a broom closet so that GOA Bradley wouldn't have to look at us. There were so many of us that we couldn't get the door closed, and when they pushed GOA Bradley by in his wheelchair, he sized the situation up in a heartbeat, snapped his fingers, and pointed towards us. His aide ("pusher") wheeled him up to the broom closet where we all saluted him and shook his hand - boy, did that p-ss off the Head Nurse! GOA Bradley spent his last years on the base. His wife, so I heard, was very pretentious and abusive and wore the 5-star rank device on her clothing.

Regards,

Dave