This article was written by my Dutch colleague John Boeren of Antecedentia. Can you help with the research?

He is almost 90 years old and physically troubled, but he does not want to give up. Jacques Brijl, a former lieutenant-colonel in the Dutch army, still works on what seems to be a never-ending task: he seeks recognition for soldiers who were killed in action during World War II and never received a medal for their brave actions.
Four years ago, Brijl filed his first application for a decoration. It was an instant success: the Dutch government honored a (deceased) war hero with a military cross. Ever since, relatives of other World War II soldiers seek contact with Brijl. They ask for his help with filing applications for the ‘Mobilisatie Oorlogskruis’ or ‘Ereteken voor Orde en Vrede’, two Dutch decorations that can be awarded posthumously. The former army officer collects information from relatives and military sources and checks all data. He knows the procedures and he has experience with all the necessary paperwork. He does all the work completely disinterestedly, his only reward is the satisfaction that ‘his men’ are not forgotten.
Sometimes Brijl knows about brave actions of a soldier and he initiates the procedure himself. As the Dutch government requires an application filed by relatives, Brijl then starts to search for family members. It is not always easy to find them. A couple of months ago, John Boeren read one of Brijl’s calls for information. Boeren, who is a professional genealogist in the Netherlands, sent an e-mail and offered the former lieutenant-colonel his services for free. The veteran and the genealogist now work on their first case together.
** To help find relatives of these soldiers, please contact John Boeren at Antecedentia.
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There are more sides of this story you have to tell. There is never just one version. You must tell ours and what happened to us.
We walk the camps day and night. You know we are there. We rise from the gas chambers, ovens, execution pits, beds, fields, and woods. Our souls yearn for peace. We did nothing to deserve this, and yet we are stuck here too.
Where is there peace in this camp? Some who survived eventually forgave their captors. Did they forgive themselves for living when others died? Did they make something of their spared lives? Or did they too rot away and turn to dust as we did?



The same can be said for World War II research. We have a starting point which could be a story, a soldier, a photograph, an artifact, or an event. When we choose to take the journey of that research, we travel a bumpy, twisty, often obstacle ridden road. Along that road we meet many people who enrich our experience and help us continue to move forward. We gather clues as we travel and uncover secrets buried deep in the recesses of the past. Exploring these secrets and revealing them can cause a turning point for many.
We stood at the crossroads in a sacred place full of love, strength and power. Two hearts joined again in this life which had been separated. In that moment they joined the past with the present. The fear with the love. The desire with hope. The impossible with the possible. Laughter, harmony, peace, joy, and love all mingled together at those crossroads. It was time to make a choice – return to the past or live in the present. Heal the pain and create a new future or remain stuck standing between two worlds across time and space. And all of this was orchestrated by someone long gone but never forgotten. Someone who knew her heart and how to heal her as she had healed him. There was still much to be done and this was only the first step.
It would not be an easy journey and the two may part ways at another crossroads, as often happens when we travel long roads. People greet us for only part of our travels while others stay. Those who stay often have different roles along the route. They provide laughter, a release. Love, acceptance, support, strength. They teach and provide clues for us to follow to piece together the vast puzzle of our journey.
The dark door was closed which was a sign to her that this path was not an option. She was being protected from going so deeply into the darkness. Her choice must be to forgive and move into the light and release the past. What took place in that doorway in the past was closed and sealed. He could no longer hurt her. She was stepping into more of her power and was protected and loved by so many. Taking the man’s hand in front of the open door, they stepped through together into a room that went on forever and was full of light.
What is the next step on her journey? To write the stories that people will remember. To write so people will learn how to capture and share their stories to heal the world. We are all connected in this giant web of life. My story is your story and through sharing, we all grow and heal in love.
There are those we meet on our journey into the mists from the crossroads. Those who give us tremendous healing. Traveling to the place where a loved one was lost forever is a solemn moment. Walking in the woods where James was killed was a moment in time I will never forget. It will stay with me forever. Walking across the spongy ground among the tall, silent trees swaying gently in the breeze under a sad, cloudy sky. Hearing whispers on the wind of thanks for coming to these woods. Whispers which reminded me I have a job to do. A job for which I was chosen. Whispers of appreciation because those who walk among the early morning mists know I will help tell their stories so they will not be forgotten. They have done their job and now it is time for me to continue mine. The writing will not be easy. The stories will be sad but through them we all heal. Letting go of the past does not mean we release all the parts of us that make us special. Letting go does not mean we give up gifts we are given in this lifetime. Letting go allows us to step more fully into our magic and power to create a better world tomorrow.

I spent time last November with the 104th Division Friends of the Timberwolves group. They dedicated an entire day to showing me their museum, taking me for a ride in a WWII jeep around the countryside in the Netherlands where the 104th liberated villages, and provided me with a lot of printed history to take home to read.
6. Many adopt American graves at one of the European ABMC cemeteries for WWI or WWII.