Well, I kind of grew up with it. I was a dependent in Germany and France in 1949 til 1951. My father and most of my uncles were in it. In 1949 you could still see all the damage all over Europe. My father took us to Bastone and where the 6th Armored Division fought so hard. We went into one town in Belgium and the locals recognized him. The whole town just turned out and our money was no good. After having a meal we went to get our car and it was gone. We looked down the street and about ten or more people were washing it for us. Somewhere I have a photograpth of me at about 6 years old sitting in "COL" Abrams lap at that time.
That had to be an experience to remember. :-)
Most cool! I'd like to see the photo, if you're amenable to posting it some time.