“I was riding in back of a jeep after I was hit and there was this pop-pop-pop,” he said. It was sniper fire. The bullets lodged in the fender just below him. “Six inches higher, and I would have been dead.”
That close brush with mortality resulted in a Purple Heart. It also proved a turning point. It started at the Portsmouth, N.H. military prison where Robinson was stationed after the war as a prison guard. He “ministered to them,” as he put it.