Hurtgen Forest – A Hike Through the Green Hell

If you ask me, it started off on the wrong foot.  It was so hot out, and we intended to beat the heat with an early start.  We had too much to do though, and by the time we arrived in the small town of Vossenack just inside the German border, it already pushed the lunch hour.  The sun walloped on us without mercy.  We walked through the quiet streets in search of the trail head.  We noticed that there wasn’t a single building older than 1950.  An ominous sign…

It was Kall Trail that we had come for – a winding foot path that would take us through the formidable Hurtgen Forest.  The map described the trail as “strenuous,” but we didn’t bat an eye.  My husband and I are both very avid and experienced hikers.  So, even though it was hot, and we were down to one small bottle of water, we threw the dice.  We started down the Kall Trail and entered “the Green Hell.”

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We were far from the first Americans to give that trail a whirl.  In September of 1944, multiple divisions of the United States Army moved into the woods to secure the nearby town of Schmidt and capture the Roer River Dams.  They also wanted to keep the Germans there busy while other American troops attacked at Aachen near the Siegfried Line.  It would be a quick mission that they thought would last a few weeks.  Instead, it became the longest battle fought on German soil during World War II.

Just like with our hike, there were myriads of things that went wrong from the start.  Command had badly underestimated German strength and their tenacity to fight.  They also underestimated the rugged and forested terrain.  Thick pine trees blocked out all the light.  The trails were steep and impossible to navigate.  In the cooling autumn weather that fast turned to winter, a steaming mist hung in the air at all times.  Constant rainstorms soiled ammunition and radio equipment.  Tanks and troops got hopelessly bogged down in the mud.

And the Germans showed no mercy.  Both the towns of Schmidt and Vossenack were wiped off the map in the months of subsequent fighting.  In the forest, the battle was gritty and hostile even by World War II standards.  “Tree Huggers” were a common enemy.  It was a shelling in which German gunners fired into the thick tree tops, and the resulting explosions peppered GIs not only with lethal shrapnel, but also with burning limbs and shards of bark that couldn’t be detected on x-rays.  Mines were buried everywhere in the six-inch layer of pine needles on the forest floor.  Countless GIs lost legs, limbs, and their lives by stepping on mines.  The merciless fire of the well-entrenched snipers mounted up piles of casualties.  Entire divisions were wiped out, only to have their replacements shot up as well.  As the battle grew in intensity, the forest earned a slew of formidable nicknames including “the Green Hell” and “the Meat Grinder.”

Although the fiercest of the fighting was over by December of 1944, it wasn’t until February of 1945 that the Hurtgen Forest was completely secured by allied troops.  By then, as many as 55,000 casualties had paid for it in blood.  The forest was blown to atoms, and two towns were completely obliterated.  Such a terrible price tag, yet this battle is largely unheard of today.  Even Germans that live in the area don’t really know of it.  When we asked after the trail head and where to find it, our questions often garnered confused looks.  Unawareness is also prevalent in America.  When I told people we would visit Hurtgen Forest during our Europe trip, many had no idea what I was talking about.

On the German side, it’s largely due to the lasting effects of Nazi Propaganda.  Because according to them, this battle didn’t exist.  They didn’t want anyone knowing that Americans had breached German soil, and they fought like hell to make sure word didn’t get out.  They also didn’t want to tip their hand, as the Hurtgen Forest was a major staging ground for their December 1944 offensive in the Ardennes.  As for the US, the grotesque number of casualties for such a small piece of land wasn’t exactly a morale booster.  So, the battle was neatly swept under the rug, and it was soon overshadowed by the fierce fighting in the Battle of the Bulge.

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There’s a bunker hiding up there… can you see it?

I first heard the story of Hurtgen Forest about ten years ago.  I have never had a story affect me in the way this one did.  It took a firm root deep inside of me, and I knew it was a calling.  It was my job to tell this story.  It took a lot of reading, research, talking to veterans, and writing.  And more writing.  And then the rewrites.  And more rewrites.  Although I am now querying the completed novel, I know my fight to tell this story isn’t over.  Typing “the end” in that manuscript was in fact just the beginning.

After all that work over many years, I now stood on the very same trail that the GIs took in 1944.  My first impression was that the past has not faded – not in those woods.  The looming trees look the same as they did then.  There are still several intact (and not so much) bunkers from the German defenses.  There are tank treads that got stuck in the mud and are now a permanent part of the trail.  Blasted out rocks remain scattered all over the mud.  Then of course, there are the mines.  During the battle for Hurtgen Forest, it was the dreaded “box mines” that put the fear of God in all who fought there.  They were made of wood instead of metal, which made them virtually undetectable, unless of course, you stepped on one.  Even today, you are cautioned to stay on the trail for fear that not all the mines were cleared out.  And mines, bunkers, and treads aren’t the only ghosts on those trails.  Every year, about a half-dozen bodies are pulled out the woods.

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A German Tank Tread

As it turned out, I was about to have my own struggle in the trees of the Hurtgen Forest, although mine didn’t involve getting shot at.  As I said before, the heat was atrocious.  As I slugged through it, I thought of those GIs.  When they fought in there it was cold.  They would have loved to complain about being hot.  So, I put a smile on my face and pushed through.  Even when we ran low on water, I tried to keep my worries at bay.  We had been in there for quite a while now.  The end of the trail had to be near.

It was then that my husband turned to me with a very sheepish look on his face.  “Um… dear?”

“Yes?”

He scratched his head in thought.  “I think we overshot the trail.”

“What do you mean?”

According to the map he held in his shaking hands, we had indeed taken the wrong loop on the trail.  We would have to backtrack if we wanted to see the most historic parts of the hike.  He examined both the paper map and the google map on his phone (what those GIs would have given for a google map!)  He calculated that the back track wouldn’t take long.  I looked at our dwindling water supply and then at the map.  “Are you sure?  That looks like a pretty big backtrack.”

“But think how fast we made it this far,” he pointed out.  “It won’t take long.  Besides, we’re such good hikers.”

Indeed.  So, back on the trail we went.  Deep in the tall pine trees, the heat turned up by about ten degrees.  It was damp and sticky in there.  There were flies that buzzed around our heads.  The water bottle was now well below the half way mark.  We hiked, and we hiked, and we hiked… as it turned out, our minor back track was actually a forty-five-minute detour.  “Strenuous” now seemed like the perfect description of this trail.

“No biggie,” my husband assured me.  “The map says there’s a restaurant coming up here.  We can refill our water bottle and hit the rest of the trail.”

It sounded good to me.  We stumbled down the trail for several more yards.  Our feet grew tired and the water drained lower, but soon we found the restaurant.  In a twist that neither of us could have anticipated, it was closed.  My hands balled into fists as my frustration (and concern) mounted.  Then I again thought of those GIs.  They did this in circumstances that were a hell of a lot worse.  If they could do it, I could do it too.  So, I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, and I followed my husband back down the trail.

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A German Bunker

You might wonder why I didn’t question him a little more at this point.  Well, to put it simply, my husband rarely gets lost.  He always steers us through the tough times.  He stays calm in any crisis, and he digs his way out of anything with just his smarts.  Who better to trust on a “strenuous” hike through foreign territory?  Besides, I’ve always been more of a follower if I’m honest.  I have a bit of a confidence problem when I’m put in charge, which is rare.  I’m not much of a soldier.

So, I was happy to play the part of shadow… until my husband turned to me for the second time, and said, “oh dear, we overshot the trail again.”

I felt my eyes go dark.  “How bad?”  I asked through clenched teeth.

The poor guy.  I think he saw my frustration.  “It’s not as bad as the last one,” he assured me.  “And you know, this trail is very poorly marked.  I can’t see the tiny little markers in the dark woods with all these weeds.”

He had a valid point.  The markers to keep us on the right trail were indeed tiny.  Tinier than they should have been with a caution of active mines hanging on our heads.  Even so, his explanation didn’t sooth me much.  In fact, a very overwhelming feeling cropped up inside me.  I pictured those GIs lost and alone in these very woods where I stood now.  Evidence of their struggle was all around me in the form of blown up bunkers and tank treads.  What they had needed was a strong leader, and seventy-five years later, it looked like my husband might need one too.  Those ghosts of the past whispered that perhaps it was time for someone else to take the reins.

“That’s it,” I said to him in a firm voice that surprised even me.  “Give me that map.”

“What?”

“You’re busted to private!”  I shrieked at him.  “I’m the captain now, and I’m getting us out of here!  Now give me that map.” 

With wide eyes and no words, my husband handed me the map.  I took it from him and charged ahead.  I wasn’t afraid.  Any confidence problems I’ve had with leadership vanished like the water in our bottle.  Instead, I had a newfound energy and vigor, and it pumped through me.  I would get us out of these woods, damn it, come hell or high water.  And I could only hope it was high water, because we were both dangerously dehydrated.

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My breathing got heavy and my face turned beet red with the heat.  I began having alarming blackouts.  The steep gradient wore on me and my legs felt like lead.  I suddenly understood the nickname “the Green Hell” a lot more.  Still, I pushed through and kept my eyes on the trail and the map.  I soon found the correct trail markers and got us back on the right path.  About an hour later, my husband and I crawled out of the Hurtgen Forest.  We were completely out of water.  I was on the brink of collapse and my husband was in no better shape.  But my God, we had made it.

In the end, I promoted him back to first lieutenant, because that trail was indeed a bit hard to navigate.  He was also so supportive when things were looking ugly.  “Come on, my captain,” he often whispered to me.  “You got this.”

And I truly did.  Somehow, in the middle of the Green Hell, I had stepped up and taken the lead for once, and I got us out of the woods.  It taught me that perhaps I am a lot stronger than I think I am, and maybe there’s a little soldier in all of us.  It also taught me that when you get lost in the woods, maybe you find yourself.

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SOURCES

“The Battle of Hurtgen Forest” – C. Whiting

“The Battle of the Hurtgen Forest” – C.B. MacDonald

“Citizen Soldiers” – S.E. Ambrose

“If You Survive” – G. Wilson

“The Story of Company I in Hurtgen Forest” – F. Linse

“Road to Hurtgen: Forest in Hell” – P. Boesch

Hurtgenwald Visitor Center

All photos by M.B. Henry.  For more from Germany, click here

Are you visiting the Hurtgen Forest?  I highly recommend stopping at their visitor center before hitting the trails, and pay the extra three euro for the maps.  They give in depth information about each trail, and they guide you through all of the sites.  

 

 

 

54 Comments on “Hurtgen Forest – A Hike Through the Green Hell

    • At least we weren’t getting shot at! And we didn’t accidentally find a mine haha. Glad you enjoyed it Dave.

    • Thanks! We certainly are as well. Probably one of our most memorable hikes for both the history and the misadventures!

  1. This story was certainly captivating….and very scary! I would have been a basket case! Indeed you are stronger than you thought. It must have been awful for the soldiers who fought in that Hell. I would have been a terrible soldier, because I can’t read maps very well! I am glad you and Joel navigated your way successfully! Third time is a charm so they say!

    • Well thank you for coming by to check it out 🙂 I’m so glad to share the story for everyone.

  2. Wow! So much to comment on here. Glad you found your way out of hell, for starters. Amazing that you have uncovered this largely unknown history and written a novel about it. I wish you well in your quest for a publisher.
    You had me with you all along on this hike. Sometimes you just have to take the reins, no matter how much you trust your teammates. Good job all around!!

    • Hahaha you made me giggle, I’m glad we’re not still in there too! And thanks for the well wishes, I could use all the help I can get! So glad you came along with us.

  3. Fabulous post! What an incredible experience for you and your husband, too. Sometimes when we least expect it, we rise to an occasion. You did that. You stepped up and forward.
    Bless both of your hearts, but what an amazing story – thanks so much for sharing with us.

    • Thank you so much Sheila. I’m so glad you enjoyed coming along with us! Sometimes all we can do is breathe in, breathe out, and move on!

    • That’s an excellent thing to think about. The Earth has an incredible way of healing itself. I wish we could learn more from the scars that are left behind.

    • Thank you very much! 🙂 Amazing is a good word to use for it. So glad you enjoyed our little adventure

    • It’s totally safe if you stay on the trail! (At least that’s the mantra I kept running in my head) 🙂 Thanks so much for stopping by!

    • You are correct in that! Sometimes when trail guides say “strenuous,” we take the trail and find it more moderate given our experience level. So when we read that we weren’t concerned haha! 🙂 I guess we should have taken the 100 degree heat more into account.
      I hope to publish someday very soon! You can bet I will let everyone know when I do.

  4. I could not help thinking of Hansel and Gretel. Fortunately there wasn’t any witch at the end of trail 😉 Seriously, excellent post and certainly a little taste of what the GI’s went through in the fall of 1944. If memory serves me one of the first divisions that fought there and was badly damaged got withdrawn and transferred to the Ardennes “for rest.”

    • Haha Hansel and Gretel! It gave me a good laugh. If we had been smart enough to bring snacks, which we weren’t, we definitely would have left a bread trail! 🙂 And yes you are correct. Think it might have been the 4th division – 12th infantry I know was one of the regiments. Unbelievable luck!

  5. I enjoyed your Post. It was well written. I love seeing what is left over from WWII. It’s interesting to see what is still there after so many years have gone bye. Wish I could visit these places.

    • Well I always enjoy your posts about battlefield visits so I’m glad I could return the favor for ya! 🙂

    • It’s a historical fiction novel that opens with a teenage girl in the modern day. She meets a very bitter and aged veteran that lives in her small town, and he ends up telling her his story of growing up in the Great Depression and eventually fighting in the Hurtgen Forest and the Bulge. She realizes his bitterness comes from the past that still haunts him, and she befriends him. I really hope to get it published someday soon! 🙂

  6. I think when push comes to shove we are all stronger than we think, we all have it in us to survive. For such a terrible battle it is surprising it is hardly heard of!

    • I think you’re absolutely right. In some circumstances, we become capable of a lot more things than we think! Excellent point.

  7. what a scary experience! I’m glad you found your inner confidence though. and i got a question: you said every year? half a dozen bodies are dragged out of the wood…. are they lost hikers?

    • LOL!! No they aren’t thank goodness! I think we’re the only ones that manage to get that lost – they are from the battle, sadly, as many of them weren’t able to be recovered at the time.

  8. M.B. what a great story! I loved the parallels to WW2 and how you got inspiration from past soldiers. I got goosebumps all throughout – the ghosts, the box mines, the echoes of the past, the heat and the lack of water, I can’t imagine how emotional that must have been. You made it through Green Hell and came out even stronger! I avoid taking the lead too, but sometimes life forces us to step to the role.

    • You are right, sometimes we have to play the hand we are given! 😃 it was indeed an emotional journey, but I’m glad we did it and that we made it out

  9. That’s a fine piece of writing – and quite an adventure. Unbelievably, I have actually heard of the Hurtgen Forest – I think it featured in ‘Band of Brothers’? – but didn’t know the detail. Well done you!

    • Wow I’m glad! Band of Brothers… So. Good. Im always glad when someone brings that up 😃 we did see some of their foxholes outside Foy from the Battle of the Bulge. They are still there!

  10. > Every year, about a half-dozen bodies are pulled out the woods.

    Who is going to do this? Is it the German government?

    I searched for “Battle of Hürtgen Forest” and read it. 😀
    Recent People in Germany still do not know about this fight?

    In the Battle of Hürtgen Forest after the Normandy landing operation, the American army battled against the German army, and a lot of American soldiers died.
    Why did not Polish, British, French and Dutch troops etc..fight with American?

    • When I was reading variously about Battle of Hürtgen Forest,
      I found Efrem Zimbalist Jr. (November 30, 1918 – May 2, 2014).
      His birth is interesting, but he battled as an “American soldier”.

      Zimbalist was born in New York City, the son of Jewish parents. His parents were Russian-born violinist Efrem Zimbalist, Sr. [2] and Romanian-born operatic soprano Alma Gluck

      https://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmXoypizjW3WknFiJnKLwHCnL72vedxjQkDDP1mXWo6uco / wiki / Efrem_Zimbalist_Jr..html

      2014 Independent article↓
      https://www.independent.co.uk/news/obituaries/efrem-zimbalist-jr-actor-who-made-his-name-as-a-suave-private-detective-in-77-sunset-strip-and-a-9324304.html

      If you are interested in ,pls 😀
      CIA Site;
      Sons and Soldiers: The Untold Story of the Jews Who Escaped the Nazis and Returned with the US Army to Fight Hitler

      https://www.cia.gov/library/center-for-the-study-of-intelligence/csi-publications/csi-studies/studies/vol-61-no-3/sons-and-soldiers.html

      • Thanks for the great articles! I’m glad you were able to continue the story and provide more info! 😃 you are right in that many nationalities fought under the US flag in WWII. The deeper we dig into stories like this, the more we can shed light on the history from the many different angles that it unfolded from.

    • It is hard to believe, but yes the battle is still largely unknown today in both Germany and America. There were a few people in the direct vicinity of Vossenack who were able to tell us stories of their parents or grandparents in this battle, but that was rare. There is a lot of information out there now about the battle, but it comparison to other campaigns such as Normandy and the Bulge, it is quite low. As for the bodies, they didn’t really explain who retrieves them but I am guessing they are found by locals and then recovered by the police, and then reinterred elsewhere. As for the other allied troops, the ETO was a vast sector by late 1944 and Hurtgen was just a small slice of it. All allied forces chipped away at various sectors and so did work together even if they couldn’t be in the same place all at once. Although since Amercia is a nation of immigrants, I’m sure many nationalities fought in the Hurtgen in the end! 😃

  11. This is tragic and scary and fantastic. I am always so amazed by the stories of what soldiers suffer in battle. It’s terrifying, and their bravery is incredible. And you showed no little bravery in your perilous hiking adventure, too. That would have freaked me out–lost with dwindling water. Awesome job, Captain!

    • You are right, it is truly amazing what people can survive and make it through. I only wish they didn’t have to in the first place! But… if the occasion calls for it, we can truly rise above ourselves sometimes! 🙂

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