On Friday, Aug. 8, my husband and I participated in an event known by the rather gruesome name of Dodentocht, or Death March, hosted for the 39th time by the good people of Bornem, Belgium, a town of some 20,000 just to the southwest of Antwerp. We weren’t the only ones there with ties to the U.S. military community. For brief stretches of the walk, we enjoyed the company of fellow Americans based in Schinnen, Netherlands, and I did see at least one U.S. soldier in uniform.