December 8, 2022
Rest in Peace, Lyle
Lyle Bouck looked up at the cuckoo clock on a wall in a caféin Lanzareth, a small village in Belgium. He was being held as prisoner with the platoon he had commanded that day, 16 December 1944. He was wounded, shot in the leg after being pulled from his foxhole. Two of his men were critically injured. His runner, a 19-year-old called Bill James, was beside him, terribly disfigured, his blood soaking Bouck’s field jacket.