Suddenly, from deep among the generals and admirals milling about with American Legionnaires at a conclave in Washington's Mayflower Hotel last week, General George C. Marshall emerged. He sauntered over to the sidelines and struck up talk with a man in civilian clothes whose sandy hair was greying and who used bright steel claws for hands.
The man, talking in a low voice, told the General his name was Charles McGonegal; and then the General, his eyes never lowering to the man's bright steel hands, asked him what battle he was hurt in, what hit him, what outfit he was with...

