This is what sometimes happens when boys go off to war.
December 1944, the Middle-Rhine Highlands. Late afternoon and there had been a reprieve in the shelling. The American tanks had formed a perimeter on the plateau, awaiting the next wave of German bombing and cannon fire. The clackety-clack and hissing, cramped quarters and an hour of waiting all weighed on the two men in tank A-153, an M4A4 Sherman…
