my God, don't forget me…

All over, aboard all the ships of the huge fleet, the men who, at dawn, were going to write a page of history, settled in as best they could, to get some rest. Rolling in his blankets, Commander Philippe Kieffer, of the only French commando, remembered the prayer of Sir Jacob Astley at the Battle of Edgehill, in 1642 :
My God, Kieffer's man, You know I'm going to be terribly busy today. If I forget You, my God, don't forget me…

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Lord Lovat

Simon Christopher Joseph Fraser dit Lord Lovat :

“You will go home vous.Vous be the first French soldiers in uniform to beat up Boche in France même.Vous go show us what you can do.”

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Resistance continues

A song takes off

FTo be one of them mesh, building where reigns the shadow,

Where the Sun Never luit qu'entre des murs très hauts,

Where the eyes seeking new horizons

Faces the gray, dark uniformity.

It's sad that Roquette, far from life,

Are those who are accused of loving their country too

A song takes off and rises and fills the suburb,

Claiming up hatred well, suffering and hope.

French, deliver us ! You can not know

How long is the wait and the heavy silence !

jacqueline Color – Rocket – 14 July 1943.

Excerpt from The Tortured France Gérard Bouaziz (Preface Lucie Aubrac)


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The invasion 48 hours

Excerpt from the diary of the steps and operations of the 15th German Army alluding to Verlaine messages captured on the BBC by the German intelligence service.

"The long sobs of autumn violins

Wound my heart a monotonous languor. »

According to this message the invasion will begin in the next 48 hours….

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Wüstenfuchs "the Desert Fox"

" Believe me, only, the first twenty-four hours of the invasion will be decisive… The fate of Germany depends…For Allies, as for us, it will be the longest day. »

Generalfeldmarschall Erwin Rommel.

In his aide, the capitaine Helmuth Lange, 22 avril 1944


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I take my suitcase

Here is a song, somewhat diverted, that & rsquo; loved to sing my grandmother in years 40 in Normandy ! I kiss the way.

I take my suitcase,
My cane and my seed,
My big, gray trunk and my p & rsquo; tit handbag.
And I go to the station saying j & rsquo;'m sick of the shit Petain !

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La Marseillaise

De many testimonies evoke the Marseillaise sung lustily as the ultimate form of resistance, of rebellion and solidarity when otherwise impossible. Even in German prisons, as Montluc, in the spring 1944, when the Gestapo came regularly take hostages : “For this time*, our cell was lucky, because no one has been appointed to this new adventure. The command to start was repeated by all supervisors. Unforgettable moments. All starters sang the "Marseillaise". More raw Gestapo and soldiers of the escort were shouting and threatening to silence, our comrades sang more loudly. There were fists and rifle butts. We, in cells, to tears, we approve the hitting as we could with our hands and feet against the door. I never heard him sing our national anthem with conviction. Then it was the "Song of Farewell". We could hear them go ".

*Testimony of Rene Bronner. Excerpt from The Tortured France Gérard Bouaziz (Preface Lucie Aubrac, a difficult book to read but absolutely)

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Bloody Omaha


Le colonel George A. Taylor, commander 16 th regiment the famous 1 ère division d’infanterie « The big red one », yells to his troops on Omaha beach : "There are two kinds of people staying on this beach: those who died and those who will die. Now, go out d & rsquo; here. »

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