While we were putting in a triangulation base near Bastogne the following afternoon, 10 to 15 shells landed on the road a few hundred yards behind us. As note keeper, I stood next to the transit operator to record the angles turned and the distances taped in the surveyor's book. At the end of the day back in Wideumont, Christine's aunt and uncle, with the help of Elting, pulled a great gag on me by telling me Christine had gone back to Arlon. I'm sure my reaction amused them, but Christine and I danced to records again and we managed to escape the surveillance of Christine's aunt for about 30 seconds. Just long enough to give her a kiss--Christine, that is, not her aunt!
Posting journal entries on the days of the year they were originally written with a scan of the original page, pictures as available, transcription and relevant entries from the history he wrote of his experiences.
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