There
was a lot of joking about Limburger cheese. We headed right straight into the
town. This is not a town; it’s a city. We came up on a great big stone bridge
with a lot of religious art work on it. This thing really looked like an
antique. It had a crater right smack in the middle of the bridge. It looked like
it was either done by one of our bombs, or by German artillery. Anyway, it
wasn’t a local explosive. The gap had been bridged, courtesy of the Engineers,
so we drove across to the other side of the city (the south side). That river
turned out to be the Lahn River.
Limberg is an incredibly beautiful city. It’s sort of like the stories you read
about Rome, sitting on seven hills. It was just all hills. On the tallest hill
is an extremely beautiful cathedral, much smaller than what we had seen in the
past. It was shinning there in the sunlight like it was fluorescent. I surely
would have loved to have been able to go through the cathedral. We stopped in
the south end of the city for a while. We didn’t do any checking; I guess the
town had already been cleared. Somebody said that this was the home of a glass
factory that is famous round the world. He had seen little glass jars that were
made in this factory at a museum in Syracuse, New York. I guess it’s a small
world after all.
