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One morning I, with a number of others, were assembled to be sent to a convalescent camp. The names were all called but mine. I was left standing so I went back to the hospital. A Dr. Tryon had charge of the ward. He was interested in me and when he did any amputating I always helped wait on him. He was the cause of me remaining at the hospital. His sister came to visit him while I was convalescing and, as she wished to see Washington, Doctor chose me as her escort. One of the days I took her to see Washington’s monument which was about one half done at the time. The entrance was all fastened up, but there was a hole about two and a half feet square at the base which I crawled through. As she wished to go in too she followed. I should judge the wall was about twenty feet thick.