Godwination Is Dead & Gone
It’s all just a little bit of history repeating…
There’s a fascinating diary at Daily Kos (Ker-ching! That’ll be fifty bucks please Markos), translated from the French by Lupin:
War and occupation through the eyes of a child
by LupinMon Jul 03, 2006 at 08:43:16 AM PDT
The mother of a dear friend of mine, here, in the South of France, was six and living in Bordeaux when the Germans invaded that part of France.
She very recently wrote a moving testimony of her experiences as a child, during the German occupation and the liberation of France.
I translated it in English because, frankly, my first impression upon reading it was: “Is this how we are perceived in Iraq?” and the answer, which breaks my heart, is all too likely, “Yes, it is.”
And now, Eve Viaud’s account under the fold:
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“A few days after the arrival of the German soldiers, I began to really understand the meaning of war: One of my Mom’s uncles rode by our house on his bicycle. He was going to work and waves at us as he went by. At the street corner, helmeted German soldiers, wearing visors, boots and long gray green coats, shouted: “Halt!” Unfortunately, my uncle was born deaf and continued on his way. The punishment was swift: a burst of machine-gun fire laid him down on the ground. I remained horrified in front of his lifeless body. A large pool of bloodstain appeared around him. I wanted to shout, but my mother put her hand on my mouth for me to stop me. She held me very tightly in her arms and pushed me inside the house, while murmuring: “What a tragedy! Poor France! Poor us!” My grandmother, behind the window, between two sobs, cursed God to allow such a infamy. “
