When we got home on leave in 1944, we found him in Col. Belcher Hospital getting used to his new feet. Of course, he was taken out in the town many times and the more he drank, the more his stumps would swell so the evening always ended with two of us making a chair with our arms for Chuck while he carried his feet. It must have been a macabre sight but not to us. The tears only flowed when he was seeing us off at the train station. Later, he married a beautiful girl and stopped drinking entirely. Chuck is now gone and he was a real swell guy.