The Bloodiest Battle, the Warmest Welcome
A Small Town in Luxembourg Remains Grateful to Their American Liberators—My Father Among Them
Like many World War II veterans, my father, Harry L. Fox, rarely spoke about his participation in the war. One can only suppose he did not want to awaken the ghosts of death, destruction, and hardships he had witnessed. Whenever I suggested we take a trip to Europe to visit the old battlegrounds, he refused, saying he would never go back there. However, when I informed him in 1997 that my wife, Cydney, and our sons, Zack and Eric, 15 and 12 years old at the time, were going to …
