The Yanks in the Eto.

The Yanks in the Eto. I had one little ruckus that darn near cost my life over near Bra, Belgium, right after the Germans opened their offensive. I'm an airborne infantryman and there I was in my foxhole, behaving myself, when all of a sudden a German patrol party came high-tailing it down the road. I tooo my submachine gund and made a dash to intercept the krauts and Bill covered me. We stopped the party all right - seven of the guys permanently.