Always thinking of you and your fellow Brothers at this time of the year.Bogleheads:
When we arrived in Bastogne, Belgium a few days before Christmas 1944, I was ordered to dig my foxhole in the front yard of a large house. I immediately started digging with my combination pickaxe and shovel until I had a 4 foot deep rectangular hole in which to fight and sleep. It was very cold and snowing. This was my home for nearly 3 weeks while the Germans encircled us.
I soon learned that the house was the home of a prominent Belgian family named Steveler. I understand the house is still pock-marked with bullets and artillery damage which sheltered me from enemy gunfire.
I befriended two Steveler children--a boy and a girl about 6 and 7 years old. Each morning they would bring me hot cocoa and a warm bun made in the cellar where the owners were living. They were the best breakfasts of my life.
I recently learned that the descendants of the two Steveler children are coming to Miami on January 25 th. (my 100th Birthday) to thank me for helping to save their town.
This is why Christmas has special meaning in the Steveler and Larimore households.
Merry Christmas!
TaylorJack Bogle's Words of Wisdom: "Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.”
This is such a remarkable and memorable narrative.
Silent Night, Holy Night...
The Lord certainly has watched over you and Blessed you.
Thank you and Merry Christmas Taylor.
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