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... an event there the previous night so there were crews taking things down, but it was still a very awe inspiring memorial. And with the white snow covering it all around, it just made it so much more special. There is something about white snow that just seems right in a place like this. I was very moved and had to force myself to get to the museum to make sure I had enough time for the rest of my day.
The Bulge museum was great and very similar ...
Which is probably what the locals and other visitors thought as about a hundred Aggies descended on the small town of Bastogne, Belgium. Bastogne is a town that really promotes it's historical heritage. I won't bore the blog with two many details, but the summary is that the town was under siege by the Germans and the 101 First Airborne (and other units) held the town. The siege last for about 7 days and the town was crucial to the Germans as ...
... As of October 22, 1944" . . . hmmmm . . . .now that's a coincidence . . . that's the very same day Uncle Robert died.
This is a map from Google Maps depicting the same area.
When I first pulled this Google Map up I thought . . . well . . . I know that he died on a road heading east out of Arlon . . . and I know that ...
... 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 ...
... I'm cruising along like Dumbo on an under inflated rear tire with a portmanteau on my back and time is running out. It's 8:20 and Francois is waiting at the shop where I was to meet him.I'm lost in downtown Mayeux where traffic is looney, and the train leaves at 8:39. I corner some poor woman who must have been terrified of the guy soaking wet with a bike tube looped around his neck (in a classic Parisian knot, I might add) and she points me to ...