Show r f Cities in Belgium Still Show Bomb Scars When I awoke my sleeper was standing in the rain beside the sta sta- station sta- sta station tion platform in Brussels It was seven o'clock and not yet light The rest of the train on which we had crossed the Rhine at full flood the night before coming from Germany had moved on to Calais with its England-bound England servicemen I noticed right away that there was a difference in the station from that of almost any major German city I had entered in the last three months There were no twisted gir gir- girders gir- gir girders ders and smashed skylights no crumpled locomotives standing in inthe inthe inthe the yards As I came out onto the street crowded street-cars street trams they call them here were hurrying b by with people jumping on and off a as best they could as seems to be bethe bethe bethe the fashion in trolley-boarding trolley all allover allover allover over Europe There was a bustle of civilian traffic to which I had grown accustomed a in Germany |