I knew a man who was there. He was in the quartermaster corps driving a truck through the area and got stuck there. He said he was saved because his mother taught him enough colloquial German that he was able to make the German soldiers calling out think he was a German. He had nightmares about that experience for years afterwards.
I had a distant cousin killed there. He was a cook. They ran out of hot food but needed more infantrymen for the front lines. So, he got the order to grab his rifle.....
One of my best friend’s had an uncle who fought in the battle that I met. He’d gotten a bad case of frostbite there. He said his feet were never really right again after the Bulge.
He settled in South Florida and refused to go anywhere where it got cold ever again.
My uncle (at least 1) was there. I believe he was the only one of either side of my family (physically) wounded in WWII.