T/Sgt. Bob Doherty and Mischief Maker II: A Tale of Endurance

Part One

By William F. Hanna

“Without warning I was smashed against the floor. Like a specimen butterfly pinned on a lab corkboard I was immobilized in a position only a contortionist could praise . . . I remember seeing my chest pack on the floor beside me but I could not move so much as a little finger.”

Bob Doherty