"Well Christmas in England wasn't quite as merry as it might have been back home, but we were pretty lucky to be in a hotel in Bournemouth with lots to see and do around town . . and there was London . .  Yes, England was an experience but nothing to that which came after . .  The convoys through France and Belgium.  I'll never forget them.  It's surprising how many men with all their equipment can be packed into the back of a GI Truck, and how miserable and cold and frozen and stiff they can be. .  Nor could you possibly imagine Belgium after the bulge, and the desolate bleakness of the little towns, the people huddled in the shells of houses trying to keep out, the snow and cold . .  And then there was the Sauer, a little river I'd never heard of but one I'll never forget. .  We crossed it a quarter of a mile south of Minden and on the 21^st of February had ourselves a time capturing four pillboxes and 25 prisoners.  The first of plenty of Jerries we rounded up...  It was alt pretty much of a night-mare, that pillbox-studded landscape and Echternacherbrück looked like a haven of peace and quiet when we withdrew for a while on the 25^th. .  Then we moved out through Holsthum and captured Prümzurley and 53 prisoners and went on through other towns until on the 6^th of March we took Herforst. .  And here all Hell broke loose with Jerry throwing everything at us, artillery, mortars, machine guns and rifles. .  And there was Sgt. Stanley wiping out five Krauts and a machine gun nest with a BAR.  A BAR is a handy animal to have around when there is a war going on. .  And there was Captain Windsor hit by shrapnel, and administering first aid to a wounded man then dressing his own wound and leading us on. .  Then there were two weeks moving down along the Moselle, clearing town after town, and I'll never forget Binsfeld and Landscheid and Upperath and Bengel. .  And then the Rhine. Fewer castle than we hoped for and fewer Jerries than we expected.  And the crossing of the Rhine was really a push over.  Maybe back home you read in the papers about it all, but Jerry was really licked by the time we got to the Rhine..  Then came April, and in 1945 that was quite a month.  Certainly a month I'll never forget, riding across Germany in trucks, half-tracks and packed on tanks.  We weren't an Armored outfit but we moved right with them and as fast, and sometimes we even got out ahead of them. .  Great days they were.  Calling a sudden halt to Hitler's dream of the thousand years of the Third Reich. .  And it's a funny thing, but I like to think that George was just a little bit better than any of the other companies.  I guess they were all pretty fine, but each Company thinks of itself as the best.  But we had some swell men. I know that . .  We saw things that men shouldn't have to see, but that is War.  I don't like it. No one does. But we had a job to do.  And we did it. The "G" Company banner pushed on through.  And that is what matters. ."