I have a rope in my garage that is over one mile long.
Those who think it was a war crime can come and Pi-—up that said rope!
While here we can talk about a few other things! I am in present contact with ex-servicemen from both sides and both theaters and they won’t be here much more.
Look up Malmedy, Belgium, for starters
Down this road, on a summer day in 1944. . . The soldiers came. Nobody lives here now. They stayed only a few hours. When they had gone, the community which had lived for a thousand years. . . was dead. This is Oradour-sur-Glane, in France. The day the soldiers came, the people were gathered together. The men were taken to garages and barns, the women and children were led down this road . . . and they were driven. . . into this church. Here, they heard the firing as their men were shot. Then. . . they were killed too. A few weeks later, many of those who had done the killing were themselves dead, in battle. They never rebuilt Oradour. Its ruins are a memorial. Its martyrdom stands for thousands upon thousands of other martyrdoms in Poland, in Russia, in Burma, in China, in a World at War...
At the village of Oradour-sur-Glane, the day the soldiers came, they killed more than six hundred men, women . . . and children.
Remember
-Sir Laurence Olivier, The World at War