Day 78 So I stayed with a missionary just south of Brussels. They had five kids. Joel, Jared, Jaden, Johnny, and a ten year old Girl which name I have forgotten (don’t tell her). We had a fun time playing basketball, riding the four-wheeler and trying to stay out of trouble. I left there on Monday and went to Waterloo, and Flanders’s field Cemetery. For whatever reason I missed almost all my trains that day, some by just a few minutes. The worst is when you ask someone which train you need and they point to the one pulling away. I
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