I spent last evening with Robert Brooks Jackson and he wrote the following report about his action at Aprilia: "When at dusk we pulled back I was last out and found our Medic, James English. Part of his face was shot away, he was moaning and unconscious, so I drug him down the ditch towards the rear and I had to stop and fire every so often to keep pursuit from coming down the ditch after us, and then crawl aways, and when I felt the pursuit was getting close again, turn around and fire. I couldn’t tell if it did any good or not, but that way I bought time to get back to our lines. And at the last couple hundred yards I had to go at right angles to get over to some farm buildings where our troops were and as I crawled across, there were little spats in the muddy ditch and I realized they were rounds that were missing us by just inches, because of the darkness probably. And all of a sudden it seemed very funny to me. Just 6 inches from your head bullets are hitting and you think its funny. You don’t know whether the guy’s a bad shot, got his windage gauge wrong or can’t really see because its getting dusk, so you laugh. I left James with other American troops I didn’t know and found my way back to my company. I found out later they did make it to the hospital but I never could trace him after that. I went back to my company and we were pulled back to the Pines area, they called it. And that is when Sgt Turnbow and Lt. Margisac called me to one side and told me what a good job I did and they were putting me in for the Silver Star, which I never heard any more about. James could have died if left in “no man’s land” in his condition. No man left behind is not just talk."