name='Girard' timestamp='1285942715' post='479066']
It’s been a while since I’ve read
Gable and Lombard, but I particularly recall one incident, when, after Gable received his commission, he was escorted around the wards, cheering up the patients, when the officer-doctor stopped at a patient’s bed, glanced cursorily at the chart, and casually commented that the young man's case was hopeless and he had only a few hours to live.
When a tear trickled down the boy’s face, who obviously had heard and understood everything the unfeeling doctor had pronounced, Gable’s face reddened and he furiously jabbed his index finger into the dman's chest, bawling him out—warning him never, ever to say something like again before a patient. The doctor might have been Gable’s superior officer, but he took it. Hopefully, the doctor learned some compassion.