Day 3 What a trooper am I? I jumped out of bed at 7 and marched down to the train station to disembark on the next leg of my journey. It was bright and early and I was already up-and-attem. Pride surged through my body. I thought it was pride. Turned out to be pain. However, at such an early hour, it is difficult to tell the difference between the two. My destination was a small town situated in northern France called Cambrai. Cambrai is where I went to find my great-grandfather. He was buried there after falling in combat in 1918. This was my first and only item on my “Tour Europe” itinerary. Check out this sequence. I took a series of trains that took me from Brussels to Ghent to Lille, France and then
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