So what happened to Frank Strukel and Gordon McDonald after they cleared the ridge and dropped out of sight from their fellow soldiers? I am afraid I am going to make you wait to find out. I am awaiting some information that may shed more light on that war-torn, snowy afternoon of January 7, 1945. If it does not come to me in a timely fashion, I may move on and revisit this post, as I hate to stagnate as much you hate to be left in suspense. But please know that I hope to tell you more within the next 24-48 hours. Patience is a virtue, yes?