The Americans began tearing apart the rubble. Underneath the ruins of a staircase, they found a recently deceased mother still clutching an infant girl to her breast. The soldiers pried the baby free and carried her to a battalion aid station, where medics administered blood plasma and warm broth. Others bathed her and swaddled her in fresh clothes made from an old pair of military fatigues. Medics turned her over to civilian authorities. “How do you like that?” Staff Sgt. Harry Bulfer complained. “We get a real souvenir and right away we have to give it up. What an army!”
