Day 78


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April 22nd 2009
Published: April 22nd 2009
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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 spent the night in Dunkirk. The next day I was able to visit the pier and beaches. It was here the British and French did what they are the best at (I’m joking Ross). The Royal Navy and Army, assisted by private owned boats, were able to evacuate over 300,000 men before the Germans overtook them. It is the largest “withdraw” in history and is considered by most a success. I will post pictures of that later,


Mr.T




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In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. — Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)


22nd April 2009

How many European soldiers are buried on American soil? Yet they still don't like us over there.
23rd April 2009

I know who the gang is now.
23rd April 2009

We forget so soon
Freedom costs a lot, yet we can give it away so cheaply.

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