painting and the poem that accompanies it are based on a photograph that
was taken in 1974 of a 2nd Armored Division Sherman tank that met it's
fate in a field along a road running between Magoster and Beffe, Belgium.
It was a casualty of the 2nd SS-Panzerdivision in the Ardennes in January
of 1945. I could not help but wonder about this silent relic that still
remained where it had fallen. Where had it fought prior to being knocked
out? Who were the men that comprised the crew? What were they like and
what was their fate? This haunting image serves to remind us that, indeed,
"Freedom isn't free."