The Lost Book of Remedies - pdf - Claude Davis The_Lost_Book_of_Remedies | Page 8

My grandfather would rush from soldier to soldier and put a small vial of the extract
to their lips. In a short time, the loud groans and cries subsided, to the amazement of
all the army surgeons. He wasn't a medic, but after seeing how well his remedies
worked, they let him do his job.
By the end of the war, every man in the 8th Infantry Division knew him as "Doctor
Davis" ...and since then, that's what people called him.
Every June my grandfather would gather the leaves of this very common plant,
which is called wild lettuce.
The milky substance is where the potency of this plant lies.
My grandfather would grind and boil the leaves until he got a brown substance like
this: