I use that epithet "cheese eating surrender monkey" but be sure that this post is not directed to you american friends of France.
But I guess you can understand how we feel a day like today about that epithet.......
86 years ago at 11Am (french time) the 11th of November 1918 the First World War ended.
"Pity for our soldiers who died. Pity for we alive who were near them, for we which we will fight tomorrow, we who will die, we who will suffer in our mutilated flesh! Pity for us, convicts of the war who had not wanted that, for we all which were Men and who despaired
forever to become Men again" - Maurice Genevoix Today the cheese eating surrender monkeys remember and honnor the 1.3 million frenchmen who died and the 4.2 who has been wounded, most of the times horribly. Compared to the 1944 US population for exemple it gives 6.5 millions killed.
In memory of my grand-father who fought in Verdun I want to post here.
The battle of Verdun :
"Introduction: The Battle of Verdun is considered the greatest and lengthiest in world history. Never before or since has there been such a lengthy battle, involving so many men, situated on such a tiny piece of land. The battle, which lasted <11 months> from 21 February 1916 until 19 December 1916 caused over an estimated 700,000 dead, wounded and missing. The battlefield was not even a square ten kilometres. From a strategic point of view there can be no justification for these atrocious losses. The battle degenerated into a matter of prestige of two nations literally for the sake of fighting......"
The whole story in english here :
http://www.war1418.com/battleverdun/battleverdun11/index.htmSome pictures of the land of the cheese eating surrender monkeys:
Fort Douaumont before...
....and after
"A French captain reports: ...I have returned from the most terrible ordeal I have ever witnessed. <…> Four days and four nights – ninety-six hours – the last two days in ice-cold mud – kept under relentless fire, without any protection whatsoever except for the narrow trench, which even seemed to be too wide. <…> I arrived with 175 men, I returned with 34 of whom several had half turned insane.... "
An eye-witness: ...There is nothing as tiring as the continuous, enormous bombardment as we have lived through, last night, at the front. The night is disturbed by light as clear as if it were day. The earth moves and shakes like jelly. And the men who are still at the frontline, cannot hear anything but the drumfire, the moaning of wounded friends, the screams of hurt horses, the wild pounding of their own hearts, hour after hour, day after day, night after night.... In Memoriam, Henry mon papy chéri.