Flags snapped in the brisk wind that swept across the parade ground. The military sedan crunched over the gravel and eased to a stop at the entrance of the squat gray structure—a former luftwaffe krankenhaus. It was June 1954 when Bill Bean and Al Hartman arrived for a three-day consultative visit with the staff of the 109th Field Hospital in Salzburg, Austria. It was my first meeting with the "sage from Iowa City." One is always worried about his heroes: will the man measure up to the myth?
But all was well; our high hopes were fulfilled. Bedside rounds were a revelation. Within moments, he was able to communicate a contagious sense of warmth, concern, and professional competence to patients. As usual, we fired our most difficult barrage of diagnostic broadsides, carefully stored and nurtured by the staff for such occasions. All problems were handled with crisp, gentle facility. We