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Riflemen from the 110th Infantry of the 28th Division creep through the Huertgen Forest near Vossenack in early November. “The days were so terrible that I would pray for darkness,” one soldier recalled, “and the nights were so bad that I would pray for daylight.”
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My late brother in law was there. He said it was hell as your quote implies. Tree bursts were horrifying.
A famous Luger story came out of the Huertgen... an exhausted GI was sitting down and leaning against a tree trunk. A German officer was on the opposite side, stepped around and put his PO8 to the GI's temple, pulled the trigger. Click. GI spun and shot him dead with his M1. They examined the pistol later, found that the side plate was mismatched, sometimes it fired, sometimes it didn't. That's why the Europeans numbered parts to the gun, and we made interchange a religion.