My grandfather, Stan, was a C-47 pilot with the 101st Airborne during World War 2. I don't think he really talked to his sons about his experiences during the war. All my family really knew was that he got shot down over Eindhoven during Operation Market Garden (the Allies attempt to open a route into Germany through The Netherlands), and that he had managed to rejoin U.S forces after a few days. If anyone is familiar with Operation Market Garden, they'll know it was a pretty spectacular failure. The area that the 101st and my grandfather (unintentionally) landed came to be known as Hell's Highway, a lot of vicious fighting took place there. Back in 2006, out of the blue, my dad received an email from The Netherlands. It was from a Dutch family inquiring about what had happened to my grandfather. Unfortunately, my grandfather died years before I was born (back in '81), and my dad told this to the Dutch family, and what he knew of his own father's experiences during the war. The guy who had contacted my father was the son of a Dutch man whose name was Jan Soontiens. He too hadn't talked to his sons about his experiences during the war, but in 2006 he asked his sons if they could use the internet to inquire as to what had happened to an American man that he had met in 1944. When my dad replied with what had happened to my grandfather, Jan's son Adri informed his dad that Stan had died. Jan then recounted what had happened in September, 1944 to his sons. Adri (his son) wrote down what his father said and then sent it to our family. So, here is Jan and my Grandfather's story. (My grandfather's name was Edward, but he went by Stan) My grandfather had hidden himself in a haystack after he was shot down, until this pair of Dutch brothers came along and prodded him with their pitchforks. Then they hid him in a secret room underneath some hen houses until the 101st had cleared the area, because a squad of German soldiers ate dinner every night at the farm he was hiding at. None of my family knew any of this, just that he had gotten some help from some locals. Immediately after we got this email, my dad and uncles flew to The Netherlands with bottles of bourbon to meet Jan and the rest of the Soontiens family. I hope one day I might be able to fly to the Netherlands and meet Adri and the rest of his family, unfortunately Jan and his brother Nico passed away back in 2015. So, I'd just like to say that Wicket and his Dutch brethren will always be stand up sons of bitches in my book. Who knows if I'd even be alive if it wasn't for Jan and Nico. Anyways, just thought I'd share. TL;DR - Grandfather shot down over Holland during World War 2 - Family is contacted by Dutch family saying that their father hid my grandfather from the Germans until he could link back up with U.S forces. - My family had no idea, goes to The Netherlands to meet Dutch Family, they bring bourbon.