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His fellow soldiers assumed he wouldn't survive his wounds, and he nearly didn't.

Eventually, he was sent back to the U.S. in a full body cast and spent 39 months in recovery.

He had lost all mobility in his right arm and hand, and getting dressed in the morning would be a challenge

for the rest of his life. This is how the Wall Street Journal describes Bob Dole's World

War II war experience. The longtime legislator and presidential candidate died in his sleep

Sunday morning at the age of 98. Like an entire generation of Americans, including my father,

his life and legacy were shaped by his service in World War II and its lifelong effects.

Dole was born in the small western Kansas town of Russell, where his father ran an egg and

cream stand and his mother's

sold sewing machines door to door. As a young man, dole-washed cars, delivered newspapers,

and worked as a soda jerk at a local drugstore. A three-sport letterman in high school,

he made the basketball team at the University of Kansas under legendary

coach Fogg Allen. Then the war broke out. Toll joined the army and was made a second lieutenant in the

inventory. Late in the war, in 1945, his unit took part in a spring offensive in Italy. His platoon was assigned to take a hill across

a mine-laden field covered by enemy snipers. Dole was hit in the right shoulder by exploding shrapnel.

Two rounds of medics were gunned down attempting to rescue him before he was pulled to safety.

In his final months of treatment,

Dole met a young occupational therapist named Phyllis Holden at a hospital dance. The two

were married and returned to Kansas, where Dole earned a law degree and began his political career.

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