uthor's Note: Just before the birth of my first grandchild, I wanted to include him in a WWII story, a legacy of my wife's family. This account was written from his perspective, and, of course, the story is true. The train station in Sparta, Wisconsin was a sad place that spring morning of 1943. Training was over, so soldiers who had their families still with them took their wives and children to the station to send them home. After the Louisiana Maneuvers, then cold weather training in Wisconsin, the Second Infantry Division finally had its orders to Europe. These soldiers would be boarding troop ships headed for Ireland and final staging. Their ultimate goal: Join with others to defeat the rascal Hitler on his own soil. Paw Paw carried my great-aunt Kay onto the train while my great-grandmother Nana took her seat. As my great-grandfather gently placed his infant daughter into the arms of his wife, I can only imagine the emotion that came over them. Before he kissed them g...