"Toward the end of January, the enemy's salient had been considerably reduced. Orders were received on January 24 for an attack in conjunction with the First Army offensive. After detailed planning and reconnaissance the date of the attack was set for January 30.
The objectives were Wirtzfeld, Rocherath, and Krinkelt. These were the towns from which we had withdrawn from on December 19, after holding the vital location for three days. By 1120 hours both the 1st and 3rd assault battalions were engaged in fire-fights with well positioned enemy along the west edge of the twin towns. Although frequently halted by mines or deep snow, parts of two medium tank companies moved with our assault battalions.
The 1st Battalion entered Rocherath while we still were pinned down west of the edge of Krinkelt. Captain Rogers finally could stand still no longer. He charged across our front screaming for us to charge the town. As one, we got up and, shouting and firing our rifles, we ran into Krinkelt. My platoon knew the boundaries of our objectives and fierce house-to-house fighting began. Captain Rogers was so pleased with our progress that he came to the position where I was directing the troops. He called to me and as I turned to join him, I caught a glimpse of a black object. I quickly hit the ground and the black object whizzed over me and hit Rogers. It was a rocket from a German panzerfaust weapon, fired from a second story window. I ran to Rogers and saw that he had been killed instantly. I looked around me at several figures lying on the snow-covered street. One of them was Private Sharp, a full-blooded American-Indian. He had been with our company since the landing in France. He was a university graduate, a talented poet and Rogers' personal runner. He had turned down all offers for promotion preferring to remain a Private. When I leaned over him, he said, "Please Blank (my nickname), put something under my head." I took off my helmet and placed it under his head. I then shouted at my squads to move off the street. During this time the German gunner had reloaded his panzerfaust and threw another round. This time I was less fortunate. The round landed near me with a thunderous explosion, blowing me off the road and knocking me senseless