Finding General Patton

Several years ago, I spent an afternoon in Luxembourg City. After walking along the bluff that leads uphill from the train station (the long, steep drop

a bridge over the Alzette area in Luxembourg City

down to the Alzette (I think) riverbed is amazing… I mean  bungee-jumping amazing in places and the photos I took do not do it justice), I had just enough time to take the city bus tour before catching the train back to Brussels. Unfortunately, the bus route did not include the American Military Cemetery; I was told the cemetery was too far out-of-town. I resolved to go back and visit the cemetery at my next opportunity and had to content myself with a bus tour around the city and a glimpse of the building that once served as Patton’s headquarters in Luxembourg.

Patton's former HQ in Luxembourg City

Last summer, I finally made it to the American Military Cemetery in Hamm, Luxembourg at the end of a short driving tour that took me from Brussels, Belgium through Burgundy and Champagne in northeastern France and back to Brussels via Luxembourg City (see my recent blog on ‘Coping with the heat in northern Europe).

Patton's grave and cemetery chapel

This cemetery is where General George Patton is buried, the reason I had it on my list. Originally, Patton’s grave was just another of the almost uncountable graves, with no particular pride of place. In March of 1947, his grave was relocated to a spot at the top of the cemetery, the first grave you come to after passing through the gates. Patton’s headstone, set off with a low chain, faces the other graves, as though addressing the troops he so loved. Most of the soldiers buried here were killed during the Battle of the Bulge in the winter of 1944-45. Patton himself, however, died from complications following a motorcycle accident in California in December of 1945.

lowering the flag at the end of the day

Taps was played (not by a live bugler, but as a recording over the loudspeaker, alas) as the two flags flanking the cemetery entrance were lowered in turn just before the site closed for the day. I’d made it just in time. It must have been hot, even late in the afternoon, as it had been for most of the previous week, but I didn’t notice. Military cemeteries, especially American ones outside the U.S., are humbling,  heart-breaking places. Even the ones from World War I, filled with the  dead from a war whose survivors have all left this earth, are sad. They remind me that war has been around since the beginning of human time and, horribly, disgustingly, will likely always be with us.  We honor our war dead in the U.S. a few times a year, although less loudly on November 11th, an international veterans’ day marking the end of World War I and originally known as Armistice Day. I strongly urge readers to seek out military cemeteries when you travel. Maybe, if everyone realized how costly – in all sorts of ways – wars ultimately are, we could stop having them quite so often. Unlikely, perhaps, but we have to start somewhere.

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3 Responses to Finding General Patton

  1. This is a very beutiful and sad post. My father fought in this war, far away and long ago, and he was never able to speak to us, his daughters, about it. I think that the shock of war is so great that for some, it is impossible to share the memories in fear of saying too much and hurting others. I can’t imagine what it is like to come back from the war and try to lead a ‘normal’ life.

  2. suzykewct says:

    My dad also fought in the Belgian Bulge. I deeply understand why soldiers so often come home unwilling to talk about their experiences on the battlefield, even taking the memories with them to the grave. Dad only started talking about it very late in life. If more servicemen and women talked about the horrors they endured, there might be a greater unwillingness to go to war – for any reason.

  3. Susan says:

    I was moved by this specific post, not because of any stirring thoughts of General Patton, but because of your recognition to the sacrifice so many made due to all the wars past and present. My Uncle fought in the Battle of the Bulge and his brother, my Dad was in the Army/AirCorp flying missions over the South Pacific in WW II. Very brave men, indeed.

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