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... things about the celebration. You would be driving down the road, then all of sudden you would see jeeps and trucks coming towards you just as you would have seen 70 years ago. It really felt like traveling back in time.
After I left the Easy Company memorial, I stopped along the road of a small forest. There were other cars there as well so I figured I was in the right place. There are not any markers, but as I walked through the forest, I ...
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
It's foggy in Arlon, Belgium this morning. That's fitting.
I came to the border of Belgium and Luxembourg for reasons I do not fully understand and cannot properly express. In part, I hoped to trace the steps of an uncle whose name I bear and whose unspoken charge I seem compelled to have followed, as best I could, my entire life. In part, I hoped to learn more of a world of which I am embarrassed to admit I know so ...
... 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 ...