was very very heavy, we got him to the embankment where he was grabb- 
ed by the two comrades above, all together we lifted him off the road 
onto the dirt, we got him on the stretcher. 
Again we started back in the same manner we had taken with Scott. 
After each yard we had to rest, he was very heavy, dead weight. His 
ankle or his foot kept turning around and around. All the while we 
were taking him he kept groaning terribly, drawing fire. After what 
seemed a lifetime we finally got him into the First Aid station. 
What a night! Killing is a pleasure compared to the saving of life. 
Cooperman told me to go to B. H. Q. and take a rest. I was thoroughly 
soaked as if I had jumped into a pool of water. At this moment Joe 
Strysand came dashing up to me, throwing his arms around me and kiss- 
ing me, tears were running down his eyes. We were sure Scott would 
live. 
I walked up to the lines again, trying to find the comrades in my 
group. Food had already been brought up. All fire had stopped; all 
quiet. I took two pails of food, walked out into the fields, met Landetta, 
political Commissar of the Cubans, gave him the food. Just then word 
had come through to come back. We were amazed, stunned. After all 
the advance, and all the fighting, to get ordered back! Everybody, First 
and Second Company, in one body, they all arose, stood up straight and 
walked back with not one bullet fired by the Fascists! 

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