How Nelson Bryant, U.S. Army, 82nd Airborne Division, 508th parachute infantry regiment, lost his standard issue U.S. Army trench knife in combat is quite a story. How he got it back is an even better one.

On Sept. 17, 1944, Mr. Bryant was in a pretty tight spot. He was still recovering from a previous gunshot wound to the chest and had taken a little shrapnel in one leg as he parachuted into occupied Holland. With German soldiers firing from an uncomfortably close distance, he couldn’t get out of his parachute harness. Before the jump, it took two men to buckle the ill-fitting harness around his chest. Now he couldn’t get the buckles apart.

So he took his trench knife out of its sheath and began to cut the harness off. He finally got free, and scrambled to safety.

“There were some Germans shooting at me from about 150 yards away, and they were getting damn close,” said Mr. Bryant, reminiscing this week in the coziness of his West Tisbury home. “As near as I can tell, what happened was I was pretty excited, and a little upset. I remember I cut some of my clothes I was so nervous. I cut out of the harness. What I think I did, I simply forgot my knife and left it there on the ground in its sheath.”

Ruth Kirchmeier and Nelson Bryant in their West Tisbury home. — Mark Lovewell

More than seven decades later, thanks to some incredible Internet sleuthing by a Dutch man who admires his service in World War II, Mr. Bryant is getting his trench knife back. The former outdoor columnist for the New York Times knows a good story when he hears one.

The story begins at Dartmouth College in 1943. The transition from rural and wild West Tisbury to the Ivy League environs of Hanover, New Hampshire left Mr. Bryant restless.

“The world is torn apart, guys my age are dying, and I’m sitting here going to Dartmouth,” Mr. Bryant said. “I said the hell with it, and I volunteered for the draft.”

His first Army assignment involved handing out clothes to members of an intelligence division in Washington, D.C, and he soon became restless at that, too. He volunteered for the 82nd Airborne, and in the spring of 1944, He was in Nottingham, England for training.

He was among the first American soldiers into occupied France, parachuting behind enemy lines the night before Allied forces stormed the beaches at Normandy on D-Day. Four days later, while on a reconnaissance mission, he found himself looking death square in the eye when he was shot in the chest.

“I heard machine gun fire, the next thing I know, bam,” said Mr. Bryant. “It went in the front, came out the back, 50 caliber. I thought, is this it? I could here distant gunfire, I could hear cows mooing in the pasture.”

Now 94, Mr. Bryant doesn’t see, hear or remember as well as he used to, but he can still sling cuss words around like a soldier, and the sparkle returns to his eyes as he remembers the war stories with a newspaperman’s detail.

Some of his fellow soldiers thought he was dead as he lay bleeding in the French countryside, but with the some help, he got to a rear position, where he laid in a hedgerow for four days, before finally getting shipped to a field hospital in Wales.

While recuperating there, he began taking short walks and then short runs, trying to get back in shape. When he heard his unit was about to make another jump, he asked the doctors if he could be released. They asked him if he was out of his mind.

“When no one was looking I got my clothes and put them on, walked out of the hospital, and thumbed rides on U.S. military vehicles back to Nottingham, England, and got there a week before we made the jump into Holland,” said Mr. Bryant.

Earlier this year, some 73 years after the day he parachuted into Groesbeek, Holland, Mr. Bryant picked up the telephone. On the other end of the line was André Duijghuisen, a 56-year-old educator from Holland. Mr. Duijghuisen had been cleaning out his father’s attic in Groesbeek, where the exploits of the U.S. soldiers are still legendary. In the attic, along with other relics of the war, he found a knife. Scratched into the sheath was the name Bryant.

“Searching on the name of Bryant, I found he served in the 82nd Airborne division and the 508th regiment,” said Mr. Duijghuisen, speaking by phone from New York on Wednesday. “I searched a little bit further and found some articles he wrote for the New York Times.”

A bit more searching and he found Mr, Bryant lived in West Tisbury, and was listed in an Internet phone directory.

“I was startled,” said Mr. Bryant, remembering the phone call. “He said bayonet, and I knew something was wrong because I knew the gun I carried you couldn’t use a bayonet. Then I realized I was talking to a civilian and he wouldn’t know a bayonet from a trench knife. When he said there was a leather sheath, that was a clue.”

In the months since that first phone call, the two men have exchanged emails frequently. The educator and the newspaperman say they’ve gotten to know each other a bit. One thing led to another, and Mr. Duijghuisen and his wife arranged to travel to New York, and then to Martha’s Vineyard this weekend. The trench knife, in it’s sheath with the name Bryant scratched into it, is tucked safely in his suitcase. He will return it when the two men meet.

Mr. Bryant said the return of his knife doesn’t stir up old memories. Those memories never went away.

“All of my thoughts, I think about it all the time,” said Mr. Bryant. “My war time service is one of the big events of my life. It obscures everything else, almost.”

He saw some terrible things, brushing death several times, but the Allied forces eventually prevailed, and the German forces were driven out of Holland.

Mr. Duijghuisen wasn’t even born when Mr. Bryant fell out of the sky that day in 1944. So why expend so much effort to find an old soldier, and travel thousands of miles to see him?

“The name on the bayonet, it made, for me, something personal,” said Mr. Duijghuisen. “Because of what he did in 1944, and because we are now living in a free world. I think a lot about that. He fought in Holland for our freedom. I’m very excited about that, it will be nice to see him.”