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The day started out with a drive to the small village of Mortemart-population 112.  It's listed as one of the most beautiful villages in France and can trace its roots back to 995, but 'modern' Mortemart traces 

its past to the 14th century when 3 monasteries were

built-2 of them survive to this day.   But the day was

highlighted by a visit to Oradour-sur-Glane.  On June 

10, 1944, the Nazi's murdered 642 men, women and

children and then burned the town to the ground. The

town has been left as it was found as a memorial and

the new town was rebuilt next to it. It's the one day of

the trip that will stick with me.  

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As I walked down the street it was eerily quiet, this is a place to remember and never forget.  I've never visited a concentration camp but I have to imagine I'd have the same feelings there as I had here.  Some of the people on the tour; including Carla, didn't want to hang around

 

 

Thoughts...In the cemetery you'll find gravestones where all the family members are buried together, all murdered.  The women and children were taken to the church and shot, the men were divided and taken to different areas of the town and slaughtered. As you leave the town you walk through a tunnel with photos of everyone who died that day.  I'm not an emotional guy, but it made me angry...and sad.  

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Final thoughts about this day...I grew up in the 1970's reading Sgt. Rock and GI Combat comic books and running around the neighbourhood with friends playing soldier.  I was a kid, doing kid things and not once did I ever imagine the horror of what the kids in France must have suffered, not only on that day but everyday wondering if their Dad's would come home.  Everywhere I went; including Mortemarte and Oradour-sur-Glane I saw war memorials for both wars.

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