It seems odd that a thirty year old with children would’ve been drafted, even in WWII.
My dad was there. He said it gave a whole other dimension to the word ‘cold’.
It was very grim and depressing. How they survived, I don’t know.
God bless them all....survivors and those who did not.
My uncle Charles Norkunas is buried in the same cemetery, and Patton is there as well.
I read the letter to Grandma by the Captain of his company, handwritten, two pages long. He was “killed by small arms fire while reducing the bulge”.