"What they were yesterday, they don't wonder one to another. Under the Cross of Lorraine, the socialist of yesterday does not ask the companion who falls if he was Croix-de-Feu yesterday. In the brotherly clay of the soil, d'Estiennes d' Orves and Péri don't wonder if the one was yesterday royalist and the other communist. Companions of the same Liberation, father Savey does not ask to lieutenant Dreyfus which god called his fathers. From the swwells of the Arctic to those of the desert, from the ossuaries of France to the cemeteries of sands, the only faith which they confess is their faith in quartered but unanimous France. For what they ask us it's not to pity them, but to continue them. For what they expect from us, it's not a regret, but an oath. It's not a sob, but a run-up."
Tribute to the deaths of Fighting France
June 18, 1943 - Albert Hall, London
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