"As I approached the Crucifix a German Burp gun opened up on me.  From that moment, my path was shielded by Christ.  I am sure of that because no man could have come out the way I did and still live to tell about it."  - Pvt. Joseph Syiek

The following story, which appeared in the Worcester Telegram in 1946, recounts the experience in Bastogne of Joseph Charles Syiek and includes the text of a letter he sent home to his parents describing his escape from that Valley of Death.  Some 40 years later, his path through the Ardennes forest was retraced by his son, Joseph Alexander Syiek and his new wife Mary who visited the area on their honeymoon.

Ample evidence that many of our fighting' men turn their thoughts to God in the dark hours of battle is contained in an interesting letter written by Pvt. Joseph C. Syiek, son of Mr. and Mrs. Charles S. Syiek of 59 Norfolk Street, who escaped the Germans in the siege of Bastogne.

He tells of his escape and finding his way to a Shrine where the Stations of the Cross were carved out of the mountainside.  And there while German shells burst about him and bullets whistled overhead, he prayed for courage to endure, and is now in a hospital in England recovering from his wounds.

Telling of the famous battle in which American troops,  given up for lost, were rescued, Pvt. Syiek writes:

"Our outfit pulled into the valley on a Monday night. The ground was soft and we were not able to pull the vehicles off the road for fear they would sink in.  All that night, the Germans laid in on us with artillery fire.  Early Tuesday morning we were surrounded and they began to close in on us.  As the day rolled on the enemy showered us with mortar, artillery and machine gun fire."

"No kidding, we were scared.  Our tanks, and tracks were the main target. We ran to the slopes that formed the walls of "Death Valley."  There was one of three things to do.  Fight a hopeless battle to the last man, surrender, or try an escape.  My squad was disorganized, my company scattered. I took a narrow path on the slope that led into a pine grove."

"Ten or fifteen yards in I noticed a stone stairway covered with pine needles, climbing and winding up a hill steeper and higher than Norfolk street.  At the first bend was the first Station of the Cross.  It was carved from white rock mounted on a marble block.  I blessed myself and went on up, and at each bend was another Station."

"Just before I reached the top, and yet not in full view of the head of the stairway was a full size statue of Mary, the Mother of God.  A few steps more revealed Our Lord on the Cross.  As I approached the Crucifix a German Burp gun opened up on me.  From that moment, my path was shielded by Christ.  I am sure of that because no man could have come out the way I did and still live to tell about it.  I had shells land close enough to throw me off my feet and its deadly shrapnel sing by me."

"I prayed for the courage to endure all this.  I pray now for more to carry me through. Dad, if you never had a reason to believe in our Church and our prayers, you hear me tell you that only God has kept me and only God will return me to you."