This story details one soldier's last fight at the Belgium town of Noville, an outpost of Bastogne, and his struggle to stay alive while injured and alone on the foggy battle field.

I was born in July of 1925. During my "growing up" days a popular expression for some one who looked like they had been very sick was, "You look like you have one foot in the grave " Of course this was a metaphor back then. It wasn't until after World War II that it became a reality for me. I had not heard this expression for some time. Then in the spring of 1945 I arrived on the amputee ward at Walter Reed Army Medical Center. I had lost my right leg above the knee due to wounds received during the defense of Bastogne, Belgium during the later stages of WW II. On my first experience of the...

I was born in July of 1925. During my "growing up" days a popular expression for some one who looked like they had been very sick was, "You look like you have one foot in the grave " Of course this was a metaphor back then. It wasn't until after World War II that it became a reality for me. I had not heard this expression for some time. Then in the spring of 1945 I arrived on the amputee ward at Walter Reed Army Medical Center. I had lost my right leg above the knee due to wounds received during the defense of Bastogne, Belgium during the later stages of WW II. On my first experience of the...