Nance remembered a Navy medic who approached him and tended his wounds. ‘I wondered where he came from. I was wet, dirty and my hands black and greasy from all the oil in the water, but he was clean and dry. I knew he was from the Navy because he wore green coveralls. As he squatted beside me, he said, ‘This is worse than Salerno.’ He was there. I didn’t see him touch anyone near me. Then he left. Others I asked later said they never saw him. I know he was real, he touched me.’ To this day Nance still wonders where that medic came from.