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My dears,

I just got Mother’s lovely letter from Freudenstadt…I am so glad all is well at home…

…I hope all this camping will finish soon. We are getting filthy, as there’s very little water and we’re in the same clothes for days on end…Tommy has discovered us and bombs us every night. But he is normally turned away by our anti-aircraft guns before he can strike. He never hits anything though. Last Saturday a Bristol Blenheim flew over at eight in the morning and was about to drop a bomb when our guns returned fire and after about ten shots he was on fire. A few seconds later he crashed near us. There was a huge explosion and bits flew everywhere. There was wreckage spread around for about 60 metres and you could hardly believe it was once a proud bomber of the Royal Air Force; all three crew were dead of course; when we arrived the bodies were still burning. But you can’t feel any sympathy for them because they were trying to kill us…

Warmest hello from your Herbert

The next day the Luftwaffe launched its biggest assault on Britain so far. In France, in response to Pétain’s call for the millions of refugees who had fled south to come home, Micheline and her family returned to their own flat in occupied Paris.