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RAFINO Report It was in the month of May 1941, I believe, that the elements of the 6th Division
quartered at Ft. Snelling were ordered to join the rest of the division at the newly established Fort Leonard Wood
in Missouri. Since I still owned Skylark, my Chevy, Sam and I headed down the highway toward Missouri.
Our driving schedule called for an overnight stopover in Des Moines, Iowa,
a fateful pause in the journey, as it turned out. After securing accommodations at a motel, we drove to a nearby ice cream
store in the evening for a milk shake prior to turning in for the night.
The store was located on the corner of an intersection on a major thoroughfare called "Keosauqua
Way" -- a name I shall never forget. I parked Skylark at the curb across the street,
locked the doors, and we crossed the street at the intersection to enter the store.
A few minutes later, emerging from the store, we began to cross the same street at the same intersection.
I had the keys to the car in hand, but just before reaching it Sam and I were struck by a speeding vehicle, said by witnesses to be
traveling about 50 miles an hour without lights. We were evidently struck simultaneously by the front of this car and thrown
about thirty feet or so to the adjacent sidewalk. Neither of us ever
aware of the on-coming vehicle. Someone called an ambulance for each of us and upon recovering consciousness,
I found myself on the way to the Army hospital located on a small Army post in Des Moines.
This was my first introduction to Army medical care, and I was singularly impressed that the first
question asked of me by the attending physician was not how I felt, but rather "how much liquor had I consumed before the
accident". At any rate I was admitted as a bed patient along with Sam.
He evidently suffered a fractured skull and broken neck while I, miraculously, suffered no
bone fractures, but only a severe contusion and hemotoma of my leg and a badly
sprained and bruised back. The latter was to plague me often in later years.
While confined to bed at the Fort Des Moines Hospital, waiting for the blood clot in
my leg to dissipate, and pondering the incident, I concluded it was probable that Sam
and I escaped death probably because we did not see the oncoming vehicle, and were thus totally relaxed when hit.
I never saw the driver, as he did not dare to inquire as to our welfare or to visit the hospital.
Finally, there was an odd and ironic legal twist to the incident which came to light when law
enforcement officials determined that no serious charges would be levied against the driver since Sam and I were found partially
to blame for the accident! This bizarre conclusion was drawn from the citation of an obscure Des Moines
ordinance that designated only certain intersections as "pedestrian
crossings." Inasmuch as such "crossings" were not disclosed by posted
warning signs, unwary walkers were guilty of contributory negligence.
So much for Iowa justice. (continued in future issues) |