Scottie Montgomery is fairly fresh to the coaching game and has thus far avoided any of the dick-ish behavior that’s plagued the D25's previous entries. His coaching methods, at least at the individual level, have certainly paid dividends for a plethora of otherwise average Duke receivers that still managed to find spots on NFL practice squads this preseason, as well as for Crowder, who now finds himself a starter for Washington. I’m not stupid enough to believe any coach can’t post a facade for a student reporter, but Montgomery seems to check out.
In the distance I saw train wagons, and behind Stalingrad there was a railway. And so I tried to jump from crater to crater and all the time I got all these bullets around me, and I crossed the railway tracks by crawling through underneath the wagons. They gave me a bit of cover. And so I was thinking, well I could really stay here. Then you can take a breath. But of course I knew how wounded I was and if I lost too much blood I would become unconscious. I have to continue. There was a road, and I had to go to that road. So there was a sort of a ditch with water in it, first I had to cross that, and then I came to the road. And on the road, our armoured personnel carrier came with ten men inside. There was also a second lieutenant in there. He saw me and he stopped, opened the door at the back and then he said, ‘Gentlemen, we’re going to the main bandaging unit. The war is finished for us today. We’ll bring him back, we’ll take him back.’ And he did not take me to the division’s bandaging unit, but straight away to the main bandaging unit where there were also the planes. So in the evening, I was operated on. So the wound was sewn together whatever way they could. And the Protestant minister of the division and the Catholic priest of the division were standing next to me and the Catholic priest, Mr Spitz, said, ‘Hah.’ You know, he was looking at the head every now and again. ‘You can still kiss, but whether the girl’s lips will meet yours, I don’t know yet.’ I could have given him a kick, but I couldn’t talk, could I? They had put a little hose through my nose. So I got liquid food through that hose. That’s how they fed me. And then the next day or the day after that I was brought out by plane. I did lose quite a lot of blood, and I still did not know what was wrong with me. I realised that I did not have any teeth any more. Everything was a bit mushy. They were torn off all the way down, and they patched it up later on. By the way, I got seven operations on that. So they put in a lot of effort in Wurtzburg and in the university jaw clinic in Heidelburg. They operated on me again and again.