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A mile from our cottage on the edge of our sprawling village is a memorial to the RAF and Resistence fighters who hid in nearby forests. The drops of ammo, guns and food were made in the pasture by the memorial. I knew one very old man now deceased who had hidden for years in a secret room in a barn near us. The memory of those dark days lives on across France.

Thanks for the lesson in flying ace scoring. I didn't know.

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