France 1945

The drive through the small French village had been in almost complete silence. Antoine drove carefully as Dominique stared out of the window. Liz kept her hand on Kit's as if reassuring herself he was really there with her. The car engine filled the silence as the small car wound it's way through the winding cobbled streets towards what had been the rebel stronghold. No one in the car seemed to notice the once Section leader was now a shadow of his former self.

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"Viva la France! Viva Le Crest!" Renaud stated as he reached the old farm house. He shook his head as he walked around the mostly destroyed building. "What for?"

"Renaud?" He paused at the sound of his wife's voice.

"I mean it? What good have we done? Do you know how many people have died? People we know? How many simply murdered for their religion or race? For who they loved? Babies and children have not been spared? Why?"

"Because this War." She stepped towards him. "Is full of evil. The whole world fighting against each other. Hitler and his friends against Churchill and the rest. Cmon my love. We will survive."

"Why? I am an old man." He paused. "Rex died, Luc, Adele, Solonge? Why did they die? A man of God and three young people with loves and lives ahead? Why aren't they still here and not me?" His eyes searched her face as of seeking an answer in her old tired eyes.

"I do not know." She paused. "But, for one I am glad you are still here. That maybe. Just."

"Ssh!" He rested his finger against his lips as she raised an eyebrow. He handed her the shotgun before stepping forward. "Someone is there."

His wife made the sign of the cross before following him. Carefully the one mostly intact door was pushed open to reveal Antoine staring at the couple.

"Whoa!"

"I could have shot you." Genevieve snapped as he stepped forward.

"But you didn't." He embraced her in a bear hug as Renaud shook his head and smiled.

"I told you. Leave France! Go back home." Renaud snapped as Liz appeared behind him.

"We are home." She smiled as his eyes softened. "You did it?"

"He did not get to run away. May the good Lord judge him now." Renaud watched as the English woman seemed to relax. "And Gregoire?"

"Asleep." Antoine answered for him. "I slipped a little sleeping pill in his water. The man needs the rest." Liz looked away, knowing her friend was right. Kit was not well physically or emotionally and she knew his time in Nazi captivity had changed him forever. She just hoped a little of the man she loved was left in the shell that had sat next to her in the car.

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2018

"I think you should help Stephanie with her homework." Kit sat on the sofa. "Best way to stop history repeating itself is to talk of it. Let them know the facts and figures but also how it damaged people. Neighbours who never spoke again, people attacked in the street as collaborators. France only having a puppet show for a government."

Liz sighed.

"She is too young."

"And we are too old. My darling, we are not immortal." He smiled.

"I told you at Le Crest. You don't leave me." She held his hand as he looked into her eyes. "And we vowed we would not talk about the War. It was a long time ago." She frowned as he kissed her hand.

"Which, is why they call the class History not current affairs."

"Kit."

"A school project? For a ten year old. What harm?" He raised his eyebrows as she sighed. She hoped he was right.

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