In the roadway park across from the memorial to the French dead.

An inscribed plaque.

The plaque remembers 

On January 29, 1944, 2Lt Wyman took off at 09:15 from Station 356 airfield in Debden, England, on a bomber escort mission to Frankfurt, Germany. His plane, P-47D #42-75119  was shot down in air combat and he crashed into a forest of Haybes not far from this location. He was on his 48th mission.

1st Lt Burt Christie Wyman

17 May 1921 - 29 January 1944

335th Fighter Squadron

4th Fighter Group

A LA MÉMOIRE DU
1st LT BURT C. WYMAN
TOMBÉ POUR NOTRE LIBERTÉ
AUX COMMANDES DE SON P-47
LORS DE SA 48ème MISSION
LE 29 JANVIER 1944
SUR LA COMMUNE DE HAYBES

Translation:

IN MEMORY OF
1st LT BURT C. WYMAN
WHO FELL FOR OUR FREEDOM
AT THE CONTROLS OF HIS P-47
DURING HIS 48th MISSION
ON JANUARY 29, 1944
IN THE COMMUNE OF HAYBES

Side Panel:

Quelqui un viendra
Ce poème relate les dernières pensées du Lieutenant Burt Christie WYMAN, alors que son avion, abattu par l'ennemi, va se crasher.
Il parle de la peur qu'il éprouve à l'idée que personne ne le retrouve jamais et qu'il reste seul pour l'éternité, oublié de tous.
Aujourd'hui, il peut se réjouir d'avoir une tombe fleurie.

Pour mémoire:
Ce n'est que plus de 70 ans après sa disparition que sa famille put enfin retrouver sa sépulture (au cimetière américain d'Epinal).
Ce n'est qu'en 2015 que l'endroit exact du crash fut localisé.

Translation:

Someone Will Come
This poem recounts the final thoughts of Lieutenant Burt Christie Wyman as his aircraftshot down by the enemyplummets toward a crash.
He speaks of the fear he feels at the thought that no one might ever find him, and that he might remain alone for all eternity, forgotten by everyone.
Today, he can take comfort in knowing that his grave is adorned with flowers.

For the Record:
It was not until more than 70 years after his disappearance that his family was finally able to locate his burial site (at the Epinal American Cemetery).
It was not until 2015 that the exact location of the crash site was identified.

Poem:

Someone will come

cold
and a fast-blast-crash took my soul
no this kiss-pleas-prayers in the seconds to silence to wonder will someone come

no reasons, forevers
or a maybe-till-when-as we wait in this no night no light space
for someone to come

sure
ribbons and
boxed and beautiful flags passed
while we wonder the us
of ones of rows on rows of those not knowing will someone come

and then a yes a care passed and I am here with flowers

Agatha Wyman