"I just spent whatever 40 minutes reading my words but my words pale in comparison to the man himself so here we go let's jump into the book about face six February 1951 when I first saw them about a thousand yards to our front the enemy looked like little black ants racing from the village towards snow-covered hills it was clear cloudless morning the temperature hovered around zero as the tanks kept rolling closing on the ants and the hills set a stride. The road dead ahead my squad was piggy back on the lead tank fighting in this frigid temperature is think about it you're trying to manipulate your weapon anytime you stop you're freezing," he says. "You probably like the heat better