Basically, to duck. Because the Germans were very good shooters. I was a corporal, I had eight men under me, every once in a while we had to go on patrol. It's scary, but you got to do it. Being brave is being scared and worried and still doing it. Because if you're just a wacko, a mashugana, a crazy guy, then you're not brave, your nuts! But I was very lucky. I got over there sometime in February, and by May 8, the war was over. The only complaint I have is it was noisy. My ears turned brown and yellow because I would stick Camel cigarettes in my ears because the guns and the artillery make so much noise. Probably saved my hearing, even if it discolored my eardrums and everything &nash; it took years for them to return to a normal color.