In step with Easy Company

It seems to me to be an astonishing thing that I have traveled as through time and yet so much more to come. The countryside is littered, no flooded with the history of wars. Hundreds of years of conquering, invasions and occupation. Rebellion and death has been a part of the culture. As we pass through Bastogne I see in my mind the soldiers of Easy Company. The chill in the air and the rain along with the tall pines remind me of the struggle. For each trip there has been appoint for me that hits me hard. For years past it has been at, the colosseum in Rome and the gladiatorial games. Once it was Florence and the inspiration of art. I have cried at Dachau. Felt humbled in St Peters. But this is different, there was no time to reflect, no time to honor the dead, not even time to stop. Rest in peace Easy.