World War II — a snippet from my grandfather’s memoir

My grandfather, Bill Brown, was drafted for the Army in 1943, eventually becoming a sergeant in the Battle of the Bulge. His job in the war was to string communication wires so that the Army could communicate, and to trouble-shoot any technical errors that were found.

Years later, he sat down to write a memoir of his life on an old typewriter, on paper that is now fragile and crumbling. I have come to appreciate this window into his life, because I see a lot of myself in his words. I thought on this Memorial Day, I would transcribe some of what he wrote about his time in the Army, fighting the Germans in World War II.