Remembering a hero

This is my Uncle Frank. He was the second of 9 kids in my mom's family and was the last one alive. He passed away last week at 94 years of age, still living at home and even went hunting this Fall.
He lived in Cadillac,MI, about 2 hours north of me and I had the privilege of attending his funeral. My Dad and step-mom, brother and I drove up together.  It had been snowing and everything was covered in white, making it a beautiful drive.
I knew Uncle Frank was in WWII, and I knew he had some close calls there, but he didn't like to talk about it, so some things I had never heard. In the last few years he had spoken with a reporter, after another veteran had shared his writings, which included Uncle Frank. The story was published in the local paper and a CD was made that I am still waiting to hear.
Here's a few things that happened to him during the war. 
He was in the Battle of the Bulge.  His unit was surrounded and the commanding officer told them that they were on their own and to get out whatever way they could.  He was the only one who made it out alive.
Another time he was with a group of soldiers in a field and they were shot at, several were hit. He played dead.  A German soldier actually took things from his pockets and left him there.
He was in a jeep that turned over and ended up in a hospital in Belgium.  While recuperating there, they were told that the residents of the city were leaving as it was being taken over.  He and another American soldier decided they had to get out of there.  When leaving, they found that the Germans were already in the hospital, and his fellow soldier turned back.  Uncle Frank continued on,and got out by crawling under a vehicle and holding the undercarriage until he was off the property.  He later found out that his friend had been killed.
It's amazing that he survived all that and came back alive.  God had a purpose for him here.
Another story told at the funeral was from 3 years ago.  He was 91, and stayed up until 4 am, praying for a friend who was driving in a terrible snowstorm to pick up his daughter. 
My cousin, his son, played a message on his phone that Uncle Frank had left him after reading Revelations, talking about how wonderful heaven would be.   Now he knows!
The honor guard took part in the funeral, each man saluted the casket, there was a 21gun salute and Taps was played.  The flag on the coffin was presented to his wife.  It was very touching and I was glad that I could be there to honor him.