You can still see some of the bullet holes in the wall of this house.
It was one of the more amazing things we've done since being in Europe. And I don't say amazing in the same sense that most Americans (including me, guilty) do on a regular basis. I was truly stopped-in-my-tracks-amazed at what those men endured on behalf of the free world and our country. The day we went was a chilly one though the sun shone through on occasion. It made it a little easier to imagine being there in the dead of winter, snow falling along with the exploding shells. Some of the fox holes dug then were still there today and we came upon them in silence.
The company spent Christmas among these trees, a Christmas tree was placed for them here forever.
After we returned home that evening we watched the first episode all together and Chris and I kept going with the series over the last two weeks. After the Bastogne/Foy episodes I had to stop watching. It was too real. At Pearl Harbour that same feeling came over me and I couldn't find words for awhile. Both of my Grandpas served in WWII. I can't help but think of them both whenever I remember this place.
If you're coming across the sea to visit Europe at some point in your life, I would definitely suggest a small trip along the way to remember what our troops did in the name of freedom. If not Bastogne, this continent is full of places where they made an impact, I'm sure there's somewhere nearby. Somewhere to say "Thank you."