My moms best friend lives in frankfurt germany. His father was a very high ranking tank commander during ww2. He fought in alot of major battles on the eastern front. When he was in an engagement with soviet t-34s a russian solider came up to his tank hatch and threw a gernade into the tank. It blew up and killed everybody in the tank except for him. He had shrapnel in his legs and in his body. He escaped from the tank and walked all the way back to the german front that was about 30 miles away. He is still alive today but is in a wheel chair because of his wounds he sustained in that battle.