Sept 8th - By Howard Sachs, MD, PhD
In 1964, I spent a sabbatical leave year in Rome, teaching at the Italian higher institute of health. Usually, I would take my lunch with the maintenance men at the Institute, because they knew where the best trattorias were located at the best prices and for other reasons [...]
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Breathing Some Life into a Picnic
Posted in My history, tagged Italy, retirement, trattoria on September 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
More About the Battle on Okinawa
Posted in My history, tagged 96th Infantry, GIs, Okinawa, WW II on June 27, 2009 | 1 Comment »
April 16th entry to Howard Memoirs
In an ealier entry my experiences in WW II, I recall ending with our landing on Okinawa as replacements in the 96th Infantry division, who by now had lost half their men to a fanatical Japanese combat force, who were well trained and equipped and skilled.
Armored trucks met us as [...]
A Terrifying Surgical Experience
Posted in My history, Rants and Raves on June 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Howard Sachs, MD, PhD
In these modern times, most surgical procedures are routine, painless events, especially with high tech imaging devices to guide the surgeon and an array of general and local anesthetics, Most people facing any kind of complex surgery will say: “ Just put me to sleep and wakeme when it’s all over.” They [...]
Memoir: The passing of the 52-20 Club
Posted in My history, tagged blue collar families, brotherhood, GI Bill, WW II on June 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
By Howard Sachs PhD, MD. howardsachs@rocketmail.com
About this time each year, I would be looking forward to receiving a notice of the forthcoming reunion of our fifty – two, 52 –20 club, usually a yearly event. However, Willie, who would usually arrange the affair and host the reunion at his house in Baltimore, had died, and [...]
Memorial Day Thoughts — 2009
Posted in My history, Rants and Raves, tagged memorial day, Okinawa, war, WWII on May 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
As I sat down to write about my Memorial Day feelings, I could hear the TV behind me recording a military funeral in some remote place, and I could recognize the bugle tune of the mournful Taps. A flood of memories flowed, as did the tears, which I couldn’t restrain. The ceremony was for a [...]


