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13 May 1940, somewhere in NE France

[I]“Attention! Pilote allemande… Que pensez-vous que vous êtes en train de faire!?”[/I]

I stopped, taking care to make nothing that could be interpreted as a threatening gesture, and offered with genuine offense, [I]“Allemand? Mais non... Anglais ! Je suis un pilote anglais....”[/I] Turning slowly, I favored the owner of the gravelly voice and ancient fowling piece with an exhausted silence.

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