A bridge across the Weisser Weh in the Hurtgen Forest, Germany. In Nov 1944, 22nd Infantry Regiment, 4th ID fought through this part of the forest towards Grosshau.
Landing on Utah Beach on 6 June, by the time they entered the Hurtgen Forest roughly only 23% of the D-Day originals were still in the rifle companies. By early December 1944 at the end of their ordeal in the forest l, that number had shrunk to 9%.
One of the “less than 1 in 10 man still standing” was the father of a client this week. He survived the war from D-Day to VE-Day. One of the few. Back home he rarely talked about the war. And he never talked about the hell of the Hurtgen Forest; it was just too painful a memory, a nightmare.
While walking her father’s trail, talking about the fighting, mines, shelling, the cold and constant wet, the forest that seemed to swallow up anything that entered it, her father’s experience and how it shaped him became clear. As my client put it: “My dad always has been my hero for what he did during the war. And now knowing what he went through here, he is even a bigger hero to me than he already was.”