My uncle, who would have been 105 this year, drove a tank in an armored division at the Bulge. The rest of his crew were killed but he survived and came home in one piece.
My uncle, my Mother’s middle brother was a.cook for the general’s staff after someone found out he could bake pies... everyone grabbed a rifle to fight off the assaults at the Bulge. Said he feet always felt frozen, but he survived it. His older brother laughed about the contrast with his service in No Africa...