This afternoon and just for the hell of it I took a TGV to Mulhouse to have a look at Loisy's tank, I like the TGV and a trip that takes about a hour on iron pig II is over in under a half hour on the TGV, it seemed that no sooner had I sat down that the tannoy announced. "Arriving in Mulhouse in.. five… four… three… two…!
Dang! Godda go.
I took a taxi to Rue Vauban and amazingly I had managed to get a friendly Frenchman driver, just have to mention that, as them's three words ya don't hear too often in one sentence.
Loisy's Sherman was looking rather sorry for itself in the middle of dog do plies and building site mud.
That is one sad looking Sherman.
The reports that the tank was hit by two anti-tank rounds was false, there was only one and that must have been enough, a look inside the hole showed a charred and rusted interior and for a fleeing moment I saw the carnage that must have taken place, to die inside a tank must be horrible indeed, Ammo cooking off, burning oil, burning hydraulic liquid, burning fuel, burning soldiers.
I took a walk back to the railway station, past the 12th century cathedral dedicated to Saint-Étienne,
And on a much more lighter note, decades and decades of posters have transformed this advertising pillar into a monument to the Frenchman's street-dong.