Many a story could be told of the stouthearted people who, by their daily deeds, wrote the history of America’s homestead era. This was a time of rugged individualism, of freedom and true independence. Of such a time and of such a people would I like to tell, especially of two whose names are Fred and Antonia—their times and lives—and of their families and friends whom we shall meet along the way. It is my desire that this bit of history should not vanish, and also that in reading these lines one might gain a sense of the experience of one’s own ancestors who may have passed through a similar time.
When some folks urged me to relate experiences from World War II, I began also to think that such an account might be interesting. And so an incident was told to my wife, Nickie: ‘Why, I even slept in the same room with some German spies,’ I said. ‘There were two of them in Canadian uniforms and they were driving a British lorry. They were members of Otto Skorzeny’s Fifth Column leading Hitler’s drive through the Ardennes.’
And thus begins the story of a young man’s journey through World War II as a U.S. Army Private in the European Theater of Operations.