I realize no one cares about this thread anymore, but I felt like I had misremembered some facts about the story because he had told it to me when I was much younger, so I emailed my grandpa and he sent this reply with the whole story. He doesn't mind me sharing it with you. (please ignore the typos--he's 87 years old!):

"Yes I did tell you the story about the Lugar. It took place at Bastogne during the Battle of the Bulge, Just two days before I was wounded. We had made an attack across a railroad track into a wooded area. As we entered the area we came across a covered fox hole at the erge of the woods. I dropped a hand grenade into the fox hole and shortly after that we herd some rustling in the hole. The German soldiier had dug an "L" shaped hole so was unhurt. When he got out of the hole he surrendered, of course, then took his Lugar from the holstrer , looked around a bit then handed it to a good friend of mine ( Schneider) who wa standing next to me. Schneider looked at me and grinned the put the Luger inside his coat just in front of his chest. Shortly after that our Platoon Sargent told me to take Corporal Wyman with me and go across an open field to see if there was any one over there. I had the Corporal stay a short distance behind me and started across. We got only a short distance when we came under frie by a machine gun nest in front of us. Fortunatly we were in a low spot so coulden't be hit, however he sprayed a lot of snow on us. Someon saw our problem and sent a tank up in front of us. I sent Wyman back to the wooded area then started back myself. As I was movinf I saw Schneider stand up to try to see up ahead. I heard a rifle shot and saw Schneider go over backwards. I rushed to Schneider in time to se him come to. He raised and reached into his coat where he had put the Lugar. That rifle shot had hit the Lugar. Schneider looked at it for a bit then said "that son-of-a- bitch ruined my Lugar". That was a long day, we had quite a few killed and wounded. I helped drag two good freinds back to the medics. Two days later (Jan. 5th 1945) I was wounded, then spent seven nice warm weeks in the hospital befror returning to the front."