In the spring of 1918, Germans forces were confident they could win the War with a final push into Western France.
Never mind the inexperienced American farm boys who had just arrived on the scene.
I rented a car at Charles de Gaulle and drove 62 miles northeast of Paris to see where fresh American troops joined the war-weary French.
In the center of the monument stand two muscular, allegorical women holding hands.
I stood under the women surveying a now peaceful valley of gold rapeseed and pastures dotted with creamy-white cows.
While French and Americans engage in the occasional spat now and again, I couldn't help but think that the respect earned when Americans helped drive the German forces back a Chateau-Thierry had irrevocably joined our fate, like the two giant muscular women above me.