Dad had trouble with his feet, till the day he died. In '44 he got trench foot while in the artillery at Cassino. If not for pencillin he would have lost his feet
My dad was in Italy, 88th 351st Infantry. His CO, Captain Noon, was an excellent tactician. He would get them into position, figure enemy coordinates, fire; then he would get his men out before the Germans could figure out where they were firing from. Captain Noon didn’t lead from behind either; and was badly wounded on more than one occasion. A German officer shot him through the neck when he was already badly wounded and disabled. He was tough as nails, too, and survived anyway. They all were tough as nails.