In spite of having a stone bridge blow up in your face and an eighty-eight shell whizz by your ear as leader of an Armored Task Force consisting of Light tanks, Mediun tanks, half tracks and trucks full of Infantry, halfway across Germany; or leader of the Battalion Tiger Patrol in the Battle of the Bulge, conducting nightly missions going being the lines in the bunkered Dragon's Teeth, looking for prisoners, only to start a fire fight, setting off Hitler's Final Protective Line in the middle of the night; nothing was more intimidating than the 87th Infantry Division's first attack relieving the 26th Infantry Division in the Saar valley, where dead bodies of this outfit, still in their overcoats, were strewn out all over the slope where we were to attack.
