Gratitude Is Not Enough

It was a crisp, clear day in November 1943 as ten-year-old Marcel Schmetz walked home from school along Route de la Clouse, Hitler's new Belgium-German border. He was about to cross a small bridge over the Berwinne Creek.

To his right, he saw an unassuming loaf of bread bobbing downstream in the creek. Then, peering further over the flimsy bridge railing, he saw her. A young woman was face-down at water's edge with armed border guards standing over her. Water rippled slowly past her lifeless body, turning pink as it flowed into occupied Belgium. Marcel did not know that poor, young woman. But he did know of her likely desperation to try to smuggle food across the border for her family. For more than three years, Marcel's family and neighbors had been deprived of their basic rights and fundamental needs for survival.

No one knew liberation was still 10 months away, but Marcel's family would persevere as they had for the previous three years. At the time, young Marcel couldn't know the powerful, personal impact those liberating heroes from the famed American 1st Infantry Division would have on him, after they secured his town and later bivouacked on the Schmetz family's farm. Nor could he dream of how he and his future wife, Mathilde, would dedicate their lives to keeping those soldiers, their sacrifices and their bonds alive for future generations to cherish.

This is not a war story, although there are accounts of war. It is not an historic tome though historic events are described. It is the simple story of how war and history shaped a couple's powerful love for each other, for strangers and for a people an ocean away.

It also asks the question: How will their legacy of love continue after Marcel and Mathilde are gone?