World War II

March 9, 1944 WWII Hiding from the Germans

By Victoria Yeager / March 9, 2014

Jean and I go to the bigger lake to fish. He, as alert as I am and wise beyond his years, shows me the hidden way. Hanging out with Jean, I learn a little French. It’s a long way. We bring back some fish for le dejeuner (lunch). The young mother makes a shirt for…

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In Search of Chuck Yeager’s Evading Germans 1944

By Victoria Yeager / April 22, 2013

I had wanted to explore with CY the places where CY had been shot down and was working with the Maquis, escaping into Spain. Finding specific spots was an adventure. Not many who were involved in 1944 were still around, kids didn’t get the history from their parents, many would-be not so good historians who…

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From Chuck Yeager: Working with the Maquis (Shot Down in France Part II)

By Victoria Yeager / March 23, 2013

March 20 ’44 Spend most the day working on Gabriel’s old engine in the shed. Gabriel is happy I’ve got something to keep me busy. He thinks it will keep me busy the rest of the war – that it will never work. March 20-21, ’44.Night: Gabriel knows I’m itching to do something in war.…

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Gabriel – head of the Neracais French Maquis

By Victoria Yeager / March 19, 2013

Gabriel was larger than life. Gabriel LaPeyrusse, Mayor of Nerac, head of the Maquis during World War II, was one of many who protected and saved my husband during World War II. General Yeager and I visited his house recently. It’s a pretty and historic house with a large yard. The fields behind it used…

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From Chuck Yeager. 1944 Shot down France

By Victoria Yeager / March 17, 2013

March 4, 1944 1st daylight raid over Berlin. Weather was stinkin’. Only 2 P-51s guarding a box of bombers. They hit their targes. I shot down my first enemy aircraft (a/c). Woo hoo. I was out of ammo returning home. I espied the stragglers of the bombers in formation heading home. I called ahead. “Can…

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March 8, 1944

By Victoria Yeager / March 6, 2013

At night, a couple of men take me to a farm where I spend a week with a young couple with a young son. It’s off the beaten path. The house is beyond some tall hedges and fairly far in from the road. I spend a lot of time playing soccer with their young son.…

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