ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE MY LIFE ON AN ARTIFICIAL LEG

I was born in July of 1925. During my “growing up” days a popular expression for some one who looked like they had been very sick was, “You look like you have one foot in the grave!” Of course this was a metaphor back then. It wasn’t until after World War II that it became a reality for me. I had not heard this expression for some time. Then in the spring of 1945 I arrived on the amputee ward at Walter Reed Army Medical Center. I had lost my right leg above the knee due to wounds received d...