We hope
everyone will attend the 2005 Camp Toccoa Reunion. This years events will be
the second weekend of Oct.
Thanks ! Bucky Simmons VP Toccoa
Historical Society. Toccoa Ga. 30577
Rough Translation of a poem from the book L'OFFENSIVE DES
ARDENNES by Eddy Monfort
MANHAY
At All Costs
Where are the worthy GI's running who liberated us,
They have their
tanks, the Germans, with their equipment,
Have been driven back. They
seemed powerful,
Invincible soldiers, masters for a very long time.
Each time the return of the occupying forces is precise.
For the veteran
of the underground the decision has been made.
Once again, in the Ardennes,
there will be vengeance.
Flee people of the maquis, avoid judgment.
Civilians have left, replaced by soldiers.
Speedily, they have been
crowded into truck beds.
Since Reims, in the rain, turning points, chaos,
For parachutists, what hell, no planes, no trucks!
They were forewarned...in the winter by the fire.
A surplus of potatoes,
bacon, eggs.
The front has been made right. Manhay is in the
middle.
The site can be razed. Order to leave the area.
The bolt on Fraiture has suddenly been released.
Spreading out toward
Manhay, grenadiers and tanks.
Evening descending on the Ardenne obscures
The steel worms spitting their fire bursts
Suddenly, from behind the low clouds , the moon appears,
Unveiling the
barrages, a chance for the enemy.
Under a pale halo, appears the reply.
Nine tanks will be destroyed, the snow has betrayed them.
This
Christmas Eve, will be the breakthrough.
In the radio silence, for the
imposed retreat,
An audacious Panzer, between two Shermans, slips
in.
Spreading terror…a feat of great audacity.
The artillery intervenes from Monchenoul to Deux-Rys
In three days
the batteries will destroy the dwelling
Through
numerous battles, until body to body,
Face to face with the enemy, their fate
is sealed.
The region liberated, the village
retaken,
The spoils of the sinister building will be counted.
Where have the
sheets gone, still so well-folded?
On a slain soldier, is where they will be
found.
Friends have left in pursuit of the enemy.
But the heroic Ardenne
regains his courage.
The meadows are cleansed and the lodging is
rebuilt.
At vespers they tell the tale of this hard, cursed winter.
Today, the village, fixed like a terrace
on the side of the green massif
where violent winds brew,
Has found peace, let us hope, forever.
Manhay,
her story, her central square: it was well worth the detour.
Manhay "cost what it may". The alarm has sounded…and the order has
come
Down.
Hold at all
costs-"Tenir coute que coute"
Emile PIRARD