"Like most good wolf hounds I wasn't wearing a helmet helmet to our pain in the ass unless there was a lot of artillery and mortar fire coming in. The slug ripped through my fur pile cap and propelled me from the top of the ditch as though I'd been pole axed by Paul Bunyan" "I couldn't shoot them because when I got hit I dropped my rifle so I just stared at them like a dumb recruit wondering what to do," he says about his time behind enemy lines during World War II. 'The first thing I did was ask myself my name rank and serial number David Hackworth'