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... to them, I may never have to.
So let's get started.
The day started off a bit slow. I slept in a bit because I had basically gone Wednesday through Thursday on about 6 hours of sleep. I was tired and needed the rest. Now, I have to say that the night before (Thursday night) I said to myself, that wouldn't it be neat if it snowed on my "tour" day. Just something to add an extra element to trying to imagine what it felt and looked like ...
... it. Proud men to the end.
So why is Bastogne and the Battle of the Bulge so relevant? The war would have been won by the Allies regardless. With severe pressure from the Russians from the Eastern Front and the Allies coming in from the West and South, the Germans were doomed. However, had the Germans punched a hole in the Allied lines, most notably the Battle of the Bulge, it could have prolonged the war much longer. The success ...
... is heard
Be warned: what follows is a true story, The god's honest truth.
This is a map from General William Simpson's history of the Ninth Army, a tedious tome to which Bill gave the catchy title "Conquest." As you can see, the map is entitled "Situation in Southern Belgium and Luxembourg. You can find Arlon in the lower left corner.
Note the ...
... we can draw only the outline of what really happened. The details we can never see.
Here is what I know . . . or think I know.
On February 22, 1943 at the age of 18 Robert Lear enlisted in the Army.
He, together with many young men from Sangamon County in Illinois were assigned to the 553 AAA AW ...
... god. This is it? You call this a test? Hell, I've done double centuries that made water boarding seem like the times I taught YMCA campers ( they always gave me your entry level "polliwogs") how to stick their face in the Russian River. You gotta do better than this big guy!
That must have really ****** him off.
A mile east of Ryes, fortunately a few meters from the only light in rural Normandy, I heard it. . . that ****** of ...