Stubby ... a friend in the midst of it all

One of the chalets was larger than any other and was situated outside a town named Doorn, which rang a bell. I told the soldier marching beside me, whose name was Stubbs, that that house could be where the former kaiser of Germany had come to live when exiled by the Nazis. Stubbs appreciated the irony of our being marched by German troops past the former kaiser's retreat.

Clyde Stubbs was a short, wiry, a little less than average in height, and was consequently called Stubby. What he lacked in height he made up for in aggressiveness. I discovered, while walking through Holland, that he had been home in Iowa on D day, June 6. He had been driving trucks on the Alcan Highway. He was shipped out of the States through a replacement depot and landed in my tent in England. A month later he flew a jeep into Holland. He was about to have the most crucial experience of his life.