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The graves of some of those who died September 27, 1944

The Etobon blog contains portions of my translation of Ceux d'Etobon, by Jules Perret and Benjamin Valloton. Perret was an witness to a Nazi atrocity committed in the closing months of World War II in the village of Etobon, France. Perret's son, brother-in-law and son-in-law to be were victims of the massacre.

sikhchic.com has posted an article in which I've given the basic facts of the story of Etobon. Please visit the site and see other stories related to World War II prisoners of war.

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Entries from February 14, 2010 - February 20, 2010

Tuesday
Feb162010

The Church at Chenebier

 You can still see the bullet holes on the side of the Lutheran church at Chenebier. Even today, you can see where they pitted the stone of the church wall. Bulletholes in the church wall at ChenebierA few up high, higher than a man’s head. But lower, where a man’s head would be if he were on his knees, the wall is pocked with them. When I first saw them, I didn’t know what I was looking at. Monsieur Widmer called me over to the tiny pavement at the side of the church. It was sunny. I was dazed. He said, “Did you know, Madame, they shot forty men here?  Just here. During the war. I remember hearing the planes go over at night, going to Germany. How happy it made me. We love Americans, Madame. It makes me angry to hear them criticized.” My eyes teared up. What was he talking about, forty men, just here? The 27th of September, 1944, 39 Glorious Martyrs Were Shot Here By The Germans. France Will Not Forget.The pavement by the church wall was maybe 12 feet long and 8 feet wide – the size of a small room. But the bullet holes were there.  

Just a few months before that Sunday in August 2004, I was dreaming of my new life as a French pastor. The grit and poverty of western Pennsylvania would be just a memory. An historic parsonage waited for me. Baguettes would be delivered fresh each morning. There would be French yarn for my knitting needles. What I didn’t expect was to find an atrocity at the center of my parish.

Saturday
Feb202010

The Names

The side of the church in Chenebier where 39 men were murderedOn the corner of the right side of the church at Chenebier, there is a plaque that reads, "Place of those who were shot and of French remembrance." Beside the church is a small square, floored with concrete pavers.  A hedge screens it from the neighbors' farmhouse.

The polished marble plaque on the side of the church is what takes words and breath away. It lists the names of the 39 men and boys who were murdered that day in September 1944. The sheer number of names is the first thing that shocked me: that many bodies piled up in this small space. The second shock is the names themselves. There are so many of the same family name. Brothers and fathers, cousins and brothers-in-law, adopted sons, died together that day.

The plaque listing the names of those who died against the church wall on September 27, 1944