
US
troops marching through the Ardennes forest (photo from The National
Archives)

American
troops on the run in the Ardennes forest during the Battle of the
Bulge (photo from HBO's "Band of Brothers")
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Ample evidence that many of
our fighting' men turn their thoughts to God in the dark hours of battle is contained in
an interesting letter written by Pvt. Joseph C. Syiek, son of Mr. and Mrs. Charles S.
Syiek of 59 Norfolk Street, who escaped the Germans in the siege of
Bastogne. |
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He tells of his escape and finding his way to a Shrine where the Stations of the Cross
were carved out of the mountainside. And there while German shells burst about him and
bullets whistled overhead, he prayed for courage to endure, and is now in a hospital in
England recovering from his wounds.
Telling of the famous battle in which American troops, given up for lost, were
rescued, Pvt. Syiek writes: |
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"Since my last letter home, I have been in contact with the
enemy, almost constantly. I could write and tell you of many
horrible sights, of much suffering, or of my many narrow
escapes. But instead, let me write of my Walk With God: |
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"Our outfit pulled into the valley Monday night. The ground was soft and we were
not able to pull the vehicles off the road for fear that they would sink. All that
night, the Germans laid in on us with artillery fire. Early Tuesday morning we were
surrounded and they began to close in on us. As the day rolled on the enemy showered us
with mortar, artillery and machine gun fire. Men were going mad. |
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"There
was no organization, there was no way to go, we were all scared. Our tanks and trucks were the main targets;
men ran to
the slopes that formed the walls of "Death Valley." There was one of three
things to do. Fight a hopeless battle to the last man, surrender, or try an escape
through the enemy in our rear. I chose the latter, and since my
squad was disorganized and my company scattered, I asked for no one's
permission. Other men were off to escape, but I took a different
direction. |
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"I
took a narrow path on the slope that led into a pine grove. Ten or fifteen yards in I noticed a stone stairway covered with pine needles,
climbing and winding up a hill steeper and higher than Norfolk Street. At the first bend
was the first Station of the Cross. It was carved from white rock mounted on a marble
block. I blessed myself and went on up, and at each bend was another Station. |
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"Just before I reached the top, and yet not in full view of the head of the
stairway my eyes laid upon a full size statue of Mother Mary. A few more steps, Our
Lord on the Cross. As I approached the Crucifix a German burp gun opened up on me.
With the blessing, I asked our Lord to forgive me for my sins
and to guide me on my way. From
that moment, my path was shielded by Christ. I am sure of that because no man could have
come out the way I did and still live to tell about it. I had shells land close enough to
throw me off my feet and its deadly shrapnel sing by me. |
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"I prayed for the courage to endure all this. I pray now for more to carry me
through. Dad, if you never had a reason to believe in our Church and our prayers, you hear
me tell you that only God has kept me and only God will return me to you." |
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