Hôtel Léo At Home
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... parade that morning. All the roads into town were blocked. The problem with that is that I needed to go through town to get to the museum. With zero luck navigating back roads only to be turned around by police, I decided to park and walk. I didn't realize it, but the museum and memorial were only a mile or so from my parking spot. It was uphill in the snow, so that made it challenging, but it really wasn't that bad at all. I did have a funny moment that as ...
... due to Col. Earl Rudder (Aggie graduate and former TAMU President) and his leadership. Other Aggies along with Rudder were honored by the names of Hollingsworth, Routt, Pena and Leonard, who all made significant contributions to this particular battle and other conflicts throughout Europe. My day was basically set up around attending the event with family members of veterans, VIP's and about a hundred or so Aggies that made the trip from ...
... between Belgium and Luxembourg, and I just pick a random spot just over the border that's where I'll say my thanks.
So I planted my finger on the map and said . . . "there, right there . . . I don't know what's there, but that's where I'm going.
Cue celestial music.
So I pushed the little "plus" sign on my Google Maps, said to myself "Let's see what's ...
In early October 1944 Battery B passed through Paris and took up position in Arlon, Belgium in preparation for an assault through Luxembourg against the German Ziegfried Line. Initially, the Ninth Army was deployed to the south, but orders were given for the Ninth and First Armies to switch positions and in late October they rapidly repositioned. ...
... 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 ...