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... name on them ( I seriously could not find any tshirts or hats) and not having very good information on where to find things outside the town. Like memorials and foxhole locations dug by the troops 70 years ago. Fortunately for me, I met a guy that is part of the Band of Brothers tour on my first day in Bastogne. He marked up my map and told me where to go to find them. So after the museum I was off towards the town of Foy.
As you approach Foy ...
... States. Once the Aggie contingent I met at the bar (big surprise) found out I had made the trip by myself, they basically adopted me into their group. Where they went. I went. Who they met. I met. It was a lot of fun and it really is unique to continue to see the Aggie network play out as I've seen it done so many times in the past. Just cannot say enough about the generosity of the people and the enthusiasm they were having on the trip. ...
... just over the border to Luxembourg. Okay? So, really it could have happened anywhere in this tiny little country. Hell, Luxembourg is about the size of Rhode Island.
And remember Rob, it's been 70 years. A lot has changed in 70 years. Hell, it's probably a parking lot now.
But I thought . . . if I follow that road east out of Arlon, and I see where that road crosses ...
... and reject the implication that equal measures of courage are required for each, but reckless does seem an apt adjective for either endeavor.
As far as history is concerned, the simple truth is that times change. Look at these pictures near Omaha beach from identical points of view separated by 70 years in time:
... 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 ...