...famous for my strength and courage. I overcame great odds to help my fellow soldiers and fallen airmen. It was World War II and three-fifths of the country was under the control of Nazi Germany. We had to pay 6 francs to 1 duetschmark creating a serious crisis for the country without even trying.
Everyone worked where they could, food and materials were scarce. In the midst of all this chaos, I fell in love with an English airman. He was beautiful and from the moment we met, there were sparks. My name shall remain a secret to protect the children of family members that no longer belong to the same flag and of course his, because I swore, never to utter it in public. You see, he was unhappily married back home. A duke of some sort and we really had no time for romance. The country was crumbling around us and companionship got us through the bad times.
Anyway, I found him one day, laying among the poppies. He was unconscious and bleeding from a gunshot wound in the thigh. My men brought him back to our camp even though we could trust no one with it's location. But I looked at him and knew we had to help him.
As you may have guessed by now I was with the resistance. It was a long time ago, but I still remember it as if it was yesterday. The sound of planes over head, flying low and dropping bombs where ever there was life. Families displaced, hungry and unsure; their beloved France torn and tattered. We did what we could to ease the burden of many. I worked during the evenings as a cafe waitress and garnered as much information as I could to curtail the Germans efforts. Secret locations, stratagem and even routes through which many soldiers would pass.
It gnawed at me to be among them, but I did what was necessary to get the information, even pretending to love a high ranking SS officer. Times have changed and we are all friends now, but it is a life a past that will not easily be forgotten.
toujours la vie an rose,