VE Day - Le Jour J
Thoughts in Darrick Wood by Trevor Morgan 09
May 2020 (traduction française ci-dessous)
My thoughts turn to World War Two and the times which
now seem so distant in the sunshine and tranquillity of the woods.
A number of countries including, Israel, Russia and
New Zealand commemorate VE day of May 9th.
My family were intimately involved in the Second world
war. My father and his brothers fought in Europe. My mother’s brothers also
fought. My mother’s house was destroyed by a Luftwaffe bomb.
My father was evacuated wounded from Dunkirk after the
defeat of the British Expeditionary Force in 1940. For him it was not a glorious
episode. He remarked that contrary to popular belief it was the bravery of the French
army that fought the rear-guard, with brave British comrades in arms, against
the full might of German forces that saved the day. Without this rear-guard
action the efforts of the Royal Navy and the civilian fleet would have been in vain.
He would have been captured and along with tens of thousands of British and
French Forces. The war in western Europe would have been over.
During the rest of the war, my father fought in North
Africa and made two amphibious landings in Italy in 1943, both assaults resulted
in thousands of deaths and casualties: they were a rehearsal for the D Day landings. My father also fought in one of the most brutal battles of the western front at Monte Cassino in 1944. The US 5th Army and the British 8th Army took around 55,000 casualties and the German Army around 20,000. Was this a victory for the allies?
In 1944 one of my uncles invaded Normandy with the D
Day forces. This too resulted in thousands of deaths and casualties of US,
Canadian, British and French troops. Latterly, he was made a “Chevalier de Legion
d'Honneur” by the French government along with his comrades.
In June 1944, my wife’s uncle, Henri Bourgoin, was
tortured and murdered by the Nazi’s after he was captured with two other
comrades at a farm in Northern Burgundy. He was a freedom fighter and member of
the local Maquis. His bravery has not been recognised by the French government.
Henri was 23 when he died. His family were lucky that he did not inform on them
when he was tortured.
I know a German family who hid their young son from
the German army in 1945, they too would have been murdered if caught.
Bravery in the face of vile regimes can be seen
everywhere: it defended our freedom but unfortunately the bravery could not
prevent the genocide.
This was something for me to contemplate while walking
through the woods on VE day.
Pensées dans Darrick
Wood par Trevor Morgan 09 mai 2020
Mes pensées se tournent vers la Seconde Guerre
mondiale et les temps qui semblent maintenant si lointains dans le soleil et la
tranquillité des bois.
Un certain nombre de pays, dont Israël, la Russie et la Nouvelle-Zélande, commémorent la journée de la VE du 9 mai.
Ma famille a participé de près à la Seconde Guerre mondiale. Mon père et ses frères ont combattu en Europe. Les frères de ma mère ont aussi combattu. La maison de ma mère a été détruite par une bombe de la Luftwaffe.
En 1944, un de mes oncles a envahi la Normandie avec
les forces du jour J. Cela a également fait des milliers de morts et de
victimes parmi les troupes américaines, canadiennes, britanniques et
françaises. Dernièrement, il a été fait chevalier de la Légion d’honneur par le
gouvernement français avec ses camarades.
En juin 1944, l’oncle de ma femme, Henri
Bourgoin, a été torturé et assassiné par les nazis après avoir été capturé avec
deux autres camarades dans une ferme de Bourgogne du Nord. Il était un combattant de la liberté et membre du
maquis local. Sa bravoure n’a pas été reconnue par le
gouvernement français. Henri avait 23 ans lorsqu’il est décédé. Sa famille a eu de la chance de ne pas les avoir
informés lorsqu’il a été torturé.
Je connais une famille allemande qui a caché son jeune
fils de l’armée allemande en 1945, ils auraient aussi été assassinés s’ils
avaient été pris.
La bravoure face à des régimes vils peut être vue partout : elle a défendu notre liberté mais malheureusement la bravoure n’a pas pu empêcher le génocide.
C’était quelque chose que je pouvais contempler en marchant dans les bois le jour de la Victoire en Europe.
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