Chapter 43
1030 Hours
July 6, 1943
Office of the Flight Surgeon
Naval Medical Center
Wisconsin Avenue
Bethesda, Maryland
As he read the results of the various tests and the summary of the final report in the pilot’s folder, Commander Lee Coulter looked up from the paperwork and stared across his large wooden desk at the unimpressive-looking young man. The flight surgeon shook his head.
It’s hard to believe that a man who’s absorbed such tremendous physical trauma would volunteer to go back to such a dangerous circumstance, Coulter thought. Mister Sullivan is lucky to be alive. It’s a miracle that he’s not blind in one eye. If the plastic surgeon in Hawaii hadn’t been so skilled, this young man would have an ugly scar on his face for the rest of his life.
Sullivan’s been seriously
