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"It's hard to imagine," Alex said. "Fighting here. In the cold. In the snow."

Lena nodded. She had read about the Battle of the Bulge-the surprise attack, the frozen soldiers, the desperate fight. Her grandfather had been there. He had survived. But he had never forgotten.

"There's a memorial up ahead," Alex said. "A plaque. It lists the units that fought here."

They found it at the edge of a clearing-a stone marker, weathered by time, surrounded by small flags. Lena read the names, the dates, the words carved into the stone: They gave their lives for freedom. Never forget.

"My grandfather's unit is on here," she said, pointing. "The 101st Airborne."

Alex studied the plaque. "Mine too. The 82nd."

They stood in silence, the wind blowing through the trees, the leaves rustling. Somewhere in this forest, their grandfathers had fought-maybe side by side, maybe miles apart. But they had both been here. They had both survived.

"I wish I could have known him," Lena said. "The man he was before the war."

"Maybe that man died here," Alex said. "Maybe the man who went home was someone new."

Lena thought about her grandfather-the silences, the nightmares, the way he stared at the horizon. He had carried the war with him, every day, until the day he died.

"I want to understand," she said. "What he went through. What he lost."

Alex took her hand. "Then we keep going. We find the places he fought. We listen to the stories. We remember."

They walked back through the forest, the shadows lengthening, the cold deepening. The war was long over. But its echoes remained.

And Lena was determined to hear them.

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