In 1961, I was assigned to the 187th Dispensary in Worms, Germany. I drove a supply truck for them.

One day, I got back off a run from Kaisserslautern around 6:30. Because all the medics were out on runs, the OD came running up and told me, "A woman down in housing needs to get to Hiedelberg Hospital, now! You're it! The only thing left is the old WW2 cracker box. Go!"

I got the box started and thank goodness a medic, Fernandez, showed up. So off we went and found the woman on a porch -- they neglected to tell us she was pregnant. We hurried out of there and got to the Manhiem turn off when she grabbed my arm and yelled that she was having a baby.

We said, "We know."

She said, "NOW!"

We pulled off, and Fernandez said he didn't know anything about delivering babies -- as if I did. But we got her in the back and, believe it or not, helped her deliver that baby. All we had was an old army blanket so we wrapped them up in it. We took her and the baby to the hospital, and those guys at the hospital couldn't believe it.

The next day, the CO called the company out and wanted to know if any one knew anything about a guy in greasy fatigues and a medic that couldn't talk from the 187th who had delivered a baby. We fessed up. The CO just grinned and said, "Good job."

When I rotated out in '63 this lady and a little boy came up to the truck, and she told her son that I was one of the GIs who delivered him. That was neat.