• 6 June 1944 - 6 Aug 1944 - Quessoy 0

6 June 1944 - 6 Aug 1944 - Quessoy

June 6, 1944 - Aug 6, 1944 It 'Quessoy was there 60 years

Beginning June 44, Mayor Joseph Berthelot was ordered by the German authorities to gather at Bourg, all horses (... and their owners) in order to conduct the census.

Louis Darcel of Crézouard vividly remembers the day on 5 June and the coming of Mayor M. Corlay advising him to submit his horse, without fail, the next day a second census Hénon. Mustthat he had forgotten to go to the first and it hurt to have the heart to part of "a beautiful beast." For fear of reprisals, he finally agreed and told the sad task to Louis Darcel.

6 in the morning, Louis set off to Hénon and about 9 am, as he reached the Dovecote, a man ran up to meet her, "you're far enough, do not go away ... they landed and ... the others have something else to do. " Imagine the joyour rider trotting back and telling everyone he met. "They have landed." Yes, the Americans had landed ... but it was not until two months before seeing what they looked like those Americans.

2 months to the day ... It was a sunny Sunday in August, and as every Sunday, young people gathered in the chapel of Crézouard. It was August 6 to 15 h and discussions were underway: German paratroopersattacked by resistant had the day before, shot hostages to MONCONTOUR; few days earlier, a German soldier was killed in Hope ... It was then that engine noise (several vehicles from Quessoy) interrupted the games and discussions, and then a cry: "Germans! The Germans! ". Like a flock of sparrows, all scattered: Marie Morin carrying his little sister in his arms across the fields, Joseph Morin currentshelter behind an embankment, Louis Darcel up to Botrel ... a mess that alerted the oldest who napped. A glance outside reassured, it was 4 jeeps of U.S. soldiers who, surprised by these disorderly movements, took up positions around the chapel and then went on their way after distributing some sweets and some cigarettes who reassured, had ended up leaving their hiding places.

TheWord spread quickly that some trucks had stopped at Quessoy. Imagine the rush Bourg.

Olivier Morin (the Hospital Doors-Quessoy) remembers, too, these days in early June 1944 and requisitions for horses that had considerable alarm among farmers. Fortunately, their trait breton, a stallion, a nerve strand was removed by the German authorities, considering too impetuous to "collaborate"with other horses. It was therefore excused from service. In the absence of trucks and especially gasoline for rolling the Germans converged on Normandy in convoys of trailers pulled by horses.

One night a German officer was staying with his parents. Olivier remembers the appetite of this officer faced omelet (six eggs) that his mother, Rose, had prepared.

On August 6, he remembers very well that, having made bikein town to see a small circus that was installed near the Town Hall, he was suddenly surprised by an impressive noise. In a few pedal strokes, he found himself in front of the church where a U.S. tank stationed. In a short time, about thirty people had approached the monster which some soldiers enthroned, smiling. Cigarettes, chocolate, chewing gum, distribution was rapid and craft away.

In these days of issuance, caution wasrigor and yet, little by little, everyone went home.

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