After departing Normandy, we drove "cross countries" thru Northern France, Belgium and into the Netherlands. It was an easy drive, other than frequent stops at toll booths in France. Jeremiah had printed off more detailed instructions from MapQuest, so we made it to Maastricht with relative ease. Maastricht is a really nice Dutch city, sitting on the Meuse river. We were very impressed with this city. The weather felt like football weather - semi-warm, with a cool breeze. There is a University, with lots of international students. The language barrier was virtually non-existant. We were kind of disappointed that we only planned one night there.
Wednesday morning brought us to one of the main reasons we came on this trip: visiting the gravesite of Jeremiah's great uncle who was killed in the war. The cemetery is located just west of Maastricht. We arrived bright and early and went into the guest center. Jeremiah and Steven told the greeter that they were family members, and they really rolled out the red carpet for us. We slowly made our way to the back section of the cemetery, and became the first family members to visit Junior in over 67 years.
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They gave Jeremiah some sand from Omaha beach to rub on the cross, to make the wording stand out better. Our guide gave us a great overview of the cemetery, and the revernce of the Dutch towards it. These folks have adopted each gravesite, and frequently visit to lay fresh flowers. They have passed it down to their kids and grandkids, making sure our guys are always remembered. It is such an awesome place. We spent several hours there, talking to our guide (who gave us more details about Junior's last flight) and doing our best to find every fallen troop from Arkansas. I even found an O'Daniel, but he was from Delaware. It was an amazing experience, and is so well maintained.
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Once we were able to pry ourselves away, we hit the road to Bastogne. We decided this would be a nice stopover for the evening, before we drove back into Paris the next day. Bastogne was a busy little town, but we were able to get rooms at the Best Western for a reasonable price. No sooner could we get our bags in the door, than Jeremiah was ready to explore. More specifically, he wanted to find the woods (Bois Jacques) where Easy Company suffered through the Battle of the Bulge.
We found it very easily, and we weren't alone. We met a van full of men from the south, and were able to talk a little SEC football while we looked for fox holes. We were literally right there, overlooking Foy. We think these are the true fox holes that have been there since 1944/45. Hard to believe!
After our adventure in the woods, we went to the Memorial with all of the names of the Allied troops who were killed in this miserable part of the war. Looking out over Bastogne in late May, it is so beautiful and peaceful. Hard to believe what a living hell this place was for many, many American soldiers.
The Netherlands and Belgium were a whirlwind, but probably the best part of our trip.