Every night, a TV channel shows a program related to the D-Day.

The first time I became really aware of the events, was for its 25th anniversary in 1969. My father took us to see the movie (The Longest Day) at the Rex (which had been bombed by a V2 in 1945) and the journal Tintin had a special issue on the event. Later, at the beach, I would play the landing with friends. The bunkers were still there, partly (very dirty and dangerous, with a lot of rust). Now, they're finally gone and have been replaced by buildings.

A woman (interviewed on TV, tonight) who saw the parachutists land in her garden, remembers her mother seeing the ally and a german a few meters from each other and screaming "my god they're going to kill each other!". They both got near and near each other and instead of shooting themselves, shook hands and left each other alone, going their own way. Both were less than 20 years old and very scared.

Raoul