My mother's brief entry in her account book reads:
"Vendredi 10 mai Premier jour de la guerre.
Un soldat vient chercher Pierre à 2h du matin. 5h. Premiers bombardements.
De 8h30 à 10h30 apporté ses affaires à Pierre. Nous sommes restés ensemble pendant 3h.
Alertes toute la journée. Les anglais arrivent."
Friday May 10 First day of the war
A soldier comes at 2 a.m to fetch Pierre. 5 h. First bombings.
8:30 to 10:30 a.m. Took his chest to Pierre. We stayed together for 3 hours. Alerts all day long. The English are coming.
Was it on that day of fear and confusion that was planted in me the seed of a lifelong horror of war?
This is a timely reminder of how Mother's Day came to be:
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