"Hiss~he~ left, push harder......" When John's fate was almost deflected, he was lying on the bed in the officers' quarters of the Klebe Barracks, enjoying the "horse killing" service provided by Lieutenant Miller. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

During the day today, John had just completed a 25-mile field weight-bearing march with the 504th Regiment, and now he couldn't lift his legs. Thanks to his thorough preparation, a change of old shoes, and a preface of Vaseline on his feet, he did not suffer from blisters on the soles of his feet like most recruits. But even so, he was so tired that he almost collapsed in the last three miles, and if Miller hadn't helped him carry a lot of the weight, he wouldn't have made it to the finish line.

"Alright, Miller. It's so much more comfortable, I really didn't expect you to have this hand. Feeling that his legs were much looser, John heartily praised Miller's craftsmanship. In this era, massage in the United States was far less popular than in later generations, except for Chinatowns and some special medical institutions, generally few people did. I didn't expect Miller, this kid, to have a good hand in massage skills.

"This is where I was in military school with the varsity football team. He previously worked as a physical therapist at Waterride Army Hospital, which opened the first physical therapy school in the United States during World War I to train paramedics to assist in the rehabilitation of disabled servicemen. Miller, who was tired and sweating profusely, explained with a shy smile.

"I mean, you can go to the physical therapist certificate for this skill." John had the idea of whether the medical battalion could also send people to Waterred Army Hospital for physical therapist training. Although the Waterred Army Hospital's therapy program was primarily for the rehabilitation of physical disabilities, it was also very helpful in relieving muscle fatigue and treating sports injuries.

After John sent Miller back to rest, he went to Bradley.

"Omar, you haven't rested yet." Pushing open the door, John finds Bradley writing in his dorm room. Today, Bradley was also in full training, but he was much better than John. Nearly 50 years old, Bradley not only completed the 25-mile march effortlessly, but also carried several backpacks and a rifle for others.

"John, how's it going, okay?" Seeing John, Bradley hurriedly asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's basically fine." John sat down on Bradley's marching bed. "How are you, do you still participate in the marching training of the 505th Regiment the day after tomorrow?"

"I'm fine, it's just a little bit of pain in my knee. Slow down tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow should be fine. "Bradley is still very confident in his fitness.

"A knee injury isn't a trivial matter, you have to be careful, don't make it like Ike." John kindly reminded. When Eisenhower was on the West Point football team, he didn't pay attention to a minor knee injury, and as a result, his knee was completely scrapped in one game. Not only was he lame for more than a year at the time, but he is still suffering from a knee injury.

"Don't worry, I know it. It's you, it's okay the day after tomorrow, but don't fall behind halfway. ”

"You're underestimating people, too. Isn't it 25 miles, and you'll see. "As a man, how can you admit that you can't. As soon as John gritted his teeth, he made a promise to Bradley that he would insist on completing the training of the Skymarching Army.

"By the way, what are you doing here? I'll be going to the medical camp to see the wounded in a moment. After chatting for a while, Bradley asked.

"The wounded? Who was hurt? After John arrived at his destination, he was directly driven back by Miller to rest, and he didn't even participate in the summary meeting afterwards, and he didn't know the current tragic situation of the 504 regiment.

"Don't mention it, there are seventy or eighty people in the 504 Regiment today who were injured or sprained. Another recruit fainted and knocked out all his front teeth. Bradley said with a bitter face.

"So serious?" John was startled. When he was planning his training, he anticipated that some of the recruits might be injured or physically inadequate, and would not be able to complete the march. He also set up medical stations and containment points at 6, 12, 18 and at the end of the line. But I didn't expect so many injured people.

"Young people nowadays are really poor in physical strength." Bradley sighed, frowned, and said, "There are more than 3,500 people in a regiment, and less than 800 of them can go down the whole way. Almost a fifth of them lay down in the first two hours. Matthews they reported that tomorrow the 504th regiment will not be able to continue normal training at all, and most of them will need to stay on bed rest. ”

Good fellows, just one 25-mile load-bearing march and the 504th Regiment were reimbursed by the whole regiment. No wonder Bradley is worried. How will such a unit go to the battlefield in the future? However, physical fitness can only be improved by enhancing daily exercise, and there is no good way to achieve it overnight.

"Take your time, when I first went to Fort Leavenworth for training, I practiced vomiting in the first conduct class, and now I'm coming down." John reassured Bradley and said, "They're all so young, they're going to adapt faster than I do." ”

"I hope so." In his early years, Bradley had been helping people shovel coal in the boiler room to earn tuition, and he developed a good body at a young age. For him, it was hard to understand why these young people, who had spent their childhood in the prosperity of Coolidge, were in such poor physical condition. It stands to reason that these people's nutritional status when they were physically developing was much better than when he was back then.

"You're going to the medical camp in a moment, right, I'll go with you. I just want to ask Lieutenant Colonel Durant about something. ”

"What are you looking for that old man?" Bradley was a little curious. Lieutenant Colonel Durant, the chief of the 82nd Division's military medical officer, is the oldest officer in the division, eight years older than Bradley. During World War I, he served as a military doctor and received the Medal of Merit. In the 82nd Division, even Bradley respectfully called the old military doctor, who was nearly 60 years old, "old man".

"It's not like I can't move my legs in the afternoon. My lieutenant, Miller, had studied physical therapy with the varsity doctor at the Virginia Military Academy. He helped me massage for more than half an hour and the situation immediately improved a lot. I think this method is very useful for relieving muscle fatigue, and I want to ask the old man if he can promote it in the whole teacher. It also saves the situation that there will be a large amount of training in the future, and the recruits will not be able to get up the next day. ”

"Is it really that useful?" Bradley was somewhat skeptical.

"Don't believe me!" With that, John got up and did a few squats and jumps to show that his legs were now free.

"Let's go, we'll go now." Bradley didn't say a word, grabbed his hat on the table and went out.

By the time John and the others arrived at the medical camp, good fellows, a bunch of "wounded" recruits were surrounding Durant's old man, listening to him brag.

Seeing Bradley and John coming, Durant patted his ass and got up and said, "Okay, it's not too early, let's all disperse." Little Grant, don't worry about your front teeth. In France, there was a sergeant whose jaw was cut off in half by shrapnel, and I cured him and ate like that. ”

Durant's words caused a burst of laughter from the audience. John glanced at the only guy in the crowd who was smiling and felt a little familiar. Take a closer look, isn't this fat man the recruit who took a photo with a reporter at the welfare club that day? Feelings, he is the unlucky guy Bradley said fainted halfway and knocked out his front teeth. Poor fellow, if you take pictures in the future, you can only "laugh without teeth" like Bradley.

Bradley took Durant aside and laughed as soon as he said the matter. "Isn't it the Swedish physiotherapy (Western physiotherapy was pioneered by Henrik Lin, the "father of gymnastics" in Sweden, in 1813), and I learned it at the Waterred Army Hospital, and it was really helpful for strengthening the body and treating muscle injuries. In the early twenties, I also used it to treat children with polio, and it worked well. ”

"Is this physical therapy difficult, can it be promoted in the whole teacher?" Bradley asked him what he was most concerned about.

"It's not too difficult to relieve muscle fatigue just by massage. Most people can learn for a few hours, and when they go back, they can try it slowly. Durant gave Bradley an idea: "There are a few doctors in the medical camp who have studied physical therapy, and you can let them go to each camp to do a few demonstration teachings, and each platoon can send a few people to learn." ”

"Why don't you just start with the 504 regiment tomorrow, they won't be able to train tomorrow anyway. Let them organize the rest of the people to learn massage, and it just so happens that they have a lot of treatment objects. John struck while the iron was hot and came up with a practical plan.

"Okay! I went back and informed Matthews to ask him to revise the training arrangements for the 504th Regiment. Bradley thought for a moment before nodding in agreement. Anyway, the 504th regiment won't be able to train normally tomorrow, so it's better to let them try it according to John and Durant's suggestion, in case it works.