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
Thanks for that. Marking....
Possibly the greatest doc ever made. I own it and watch it occasionally to remind me of the world on fire.
Thank you for the reminder, said in such poignant words!
Fair thee well!
At the village of Oradour-sur-Glane, the day the soldiers came, they killed more than six hundred men, women . . . and children.
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Most of those who died were disabled by gun fire and burned alive or locked in the church and burned alive.