WWII
March 16-17, 1944:WWII. Close call-Germans Walk Right in Front of Me
March 16, ’44: The girl leaves. No chance. But really too dangerous – don’t ever know who is on what side. March 17, 1944: Not much to do so I venture a little closer to the road – watch the passersby from under the shade of the tree, think about my next move. How am…
Read MoreMarch 14-15. Bicycle 2 nights to Nerac. One Step Ahead of the Germans
March 14, 1944 late, early March 15, 1944: Dr. Henri comes to pick me up at the farm. He’s a welcome face. Dr. Henri was one of the first people I met right after I bailed out of my plane. He had doctored my wounds. He speaks English pretty well. He’s Jewish so everyone drops…
Read MoreMarch 11, 1944: WWII. Hiding from Gestapo
March 11, 1944: The father had come and gotten us before dark yesterday. We were fairly safe in the woods – the Germans are a bit scared they might get ambushed. I’m getting a little antsy. Will I spend the rest of the war here? Was it still going on? What was happening? My wounds…
Read MoreWWII. Other POVs. March 5, 1944
Children of the local pastor: My brother and I had just walked out of the rectory next to the church. My father is the pastor. The noise above us – well, we knew a big battle was raging in the air. Deafening and scary. We see a plane on fire heading left to right diagonally toward…
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