My stepfather, J.C. “Doc” Collins, was a combat medic in the Army during World War II. He fought in North Africa and Italy, and after D-Day he landed in France.
Doc was captured Sept. 25, 1944, while tending his wounded troops. His company had pulled back, and it was raining. Doc wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, until a pair of boots appeared in front of him. When he saw they were black, he knew he was in the wrong place.
The Germans processed him as a POW, moving him to a camp outside Frankfurt, Germany. There, they allowed him to care for the wounded and injured Allied troops, mostly pilots and air crew.
Doc was a Choctaw from Oklahoma and the Germans were intrigued. He managed to trade cigarettes…
