Sixty-five years ago, tank driver Joe Vanacore was part of the 4th Armored Division’s push east into Nazi Germany. In early April, he was aiming the bulldozer blade of his 30-ton Sherman tank at the gate of a barbed-wire enclosure his battalion had discovered. He rammed through, and later described what he could make out through the periscope from inside his tank: “The first thing I saw was this big pile of bodies, about five, six foot high, like a haystack. I didn’t realize they were bodies — my mind didn’t tell me they were bodies until I got a little closer.”