This book is dedicated to the American soldiers who were killed in action with the 3rd Armored Division in Europe. They did not want to die, and yet they gave their lives so that we might come on to final victory and peace.
Words are a difficult medium in which to express our reverence, and the words of a soldier, especially, may be strange to the mind of man untouched by the awful miracle of combat. We only know that these dead were with us shoulder to shoulder in the great drives, in the mud and the fear and the flame in the night. When the hot steel found them, and they fell, we cursed a little, dry eyed: shrugged our shoulders wearily, and went on. Yet, be sure of this: each individual death left a raw scar on our immortal souls.
For that reason this book is dedicated to those who were more than brother and who lie now in the soil they freed. Encompassed by the 3rd Armored Division, they were our blood, and our sinew, and our soul. We shall never forget.