Battle: the Story of the Bulge is a good read.
I particularly like this passage;
Task Force Jones was also probing for an escape to the west. The column hurried blindly down a dirt road which soon dwindled to a cow trail leading into the Salm River. Half a dozen tanks and trucks trying to cross became mired. The rest of the column turned north and, after a few miles, came to a ford. The column crossed the Salm and headed west. Half an hour later it entered the darkened village of Provedroux.
The commander of the lead Sherman tank, noticing parked vehicles on the main street, ordered a halt. Then he saw they were German. He shouted, "Fire!"
The town was soon in chaos as Americans and Germans milled around confusedly. An American half-track burst into flames. The men tumbled out, looking for cover. One was Sergeant John Banister of the 14th Cavalry Group but the past two days a member of Task Force Jones. In eight days he had missed death a dozen times.
An American tank destroyer rolled by, decks covered with infantrymen firing rifles. "Climb on soldier," called its commander from the turret. "This one's going out."
Banister ran after the vehicle. Someone grabbed his hand and pulled him aboard.
"Know who you're riding with?" asked the man who had helped him, pointing at the commander. "Lieutenant Bill Rogers."
"Who's he?"
"Why, hell," said the other proudly, "he's Will Rogers' boy."
American tanks, half-tracks, trucks, jeeps, and men on foot had now turned to the north, hoping to cross the east-west highway from Vielsalm before they were caught from behind.
An hour later Rogers' tank destroyer reached the road. Banister saw abazookaman digging a foxhole. Dirty, unshaven, unpereturbed, exhausted, he could have posed for Mauldin's "Willie." "Are you looking for a safe place?" he drawled.
"Yeah," said Banister.
"Well, buddy, just pull your vehicle behind me." He hitched up his droopy pants. "I'm the 82nd Airborne, And this is as far as the bastards are going."
Regards, Shuckins
