To his friends, he was "Red." To his mother, he was "Buddy." To my brother and me he was "Dad." He was already 36-years old when World War II began; he went as a medic with Patton's famed 10th Armored Division. His mother kept basic diaries. In them were many bits of the story. I started digging, my dad having died when I was still in high school. Be part of the journey.