Only once really. We had a lousy 5 and a half weeks left to go in Vietnam when I was struck by mortar fire, which all but blew off my left shoulder. I thought for sure that I was going to meet my maker. Had it not been for the quick actions of our Medics, I am sure that I would have bled out right there on the battlefield. Once the Medics had me stabilized, I was flown out to sea and onto the hospital ship U.S.S. Sanctuary, which had just arrived a few weeks earlier. From there, I was flown to Okinawa where I spent another 9 weeks in the hospital before being sent back to the states. My shoulder is all but perfect. I just can't lift weights with it over 30 pounds, which is pretty incredible, I think.