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... trekking up the hill, I started to get a bit tired in the legs. Just then I spotted the Battle of the Bulge memorial ahead of me and I swear the theme from Patton started playing on my Iphone. That theme always pumps me up and it's one of my favorites from the Aggie Band. I pushed ahead and spent about 30 minutes walking around the memorial. It's shaped like a star and has all of the American states listed who sacrificed their sons in defense of the town. ...
... 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. ...
... zoomed in, . . . zoomed in . . . zoomed in . . . squinted. . . and . . .
A GOLF COURSE?
Luxembourg has a muni?????
But wait . . . there's more.
I zoom in further and see that "Golf Gaichel" has a link. Let's check it out. So I did and this is what I saw. Pull this sight up on a computer ...
... Uncle Robert was killed on October 22, 1944 during this rapid repositioning of army corp in Luxembourg, just over the border from Belgium. . It was the day before what was to be his 20th birthday A buddy of his fell from the back of a transport truck into the path of the truck that followed. Robert jumped after him, pushed him aside to safety, but was killed when hit by the truck that followed.
He was ...
I stagger into the train station with no number to reach Franciois, no wi fi, and too cheap to unleash AT&T's data roaming monster. The clock says 8:35 . I sit down convinced I'm screwed when around the corner walks Francois with a huge **** eating grin saying in broken English "I know sum-ting go bad. "
So I boarded the train with one minute to spare, the spare tube draped around my neck, and am off to Belgium