Paris was a city with a smoldering purpose, signs in an alien tongue stood isolated. And alien flag flapped in the breeze. But behind the windows there was meaningful preparations. Men checked their stock of arms. No single bullet could be wasted. Each vital grenade was inspected. The French Forces of the interior, comandeared their requisition cars camouflaged their requisition cars. The first sparks were ready to burst into flames. It provides a natural bastian winding through the heart of the capital. The men took their positions. The German Forces who neither opposed the infantry from the south, nor effectively meet the imminent attack from within. The center of the bastion was the police headquarters. That was objective number one. It was here that the battle began. Here, the first blood was drawn. There were deaths and casualties in both camps. But the spilled blood brought firstclass weapons to the ffi. They were put to immediate and effective use. Direct fire was played on the
Announcer next, a u. S. Office of war information newsreel showing the street battles that led to the liberation of paris from nazi occupation 75 years ago in august of 1944. Announcer paris was a city with a smoldering purpose, signs in an alien tongue stood isolated. An alien flag flapped in the breeze. But behind the windows there was meaningful preparations. Men checked their stock of arms. No single bullet could be wasted. Each battle grenade was inspected. Calmly the French Forces of the , interior, camouflaged their requisition cars. On the Ile De France the first , sparks were ready to burst into flames. It provides a natural bastion winding through the heart of the capital. The men took their positions. The severed German Forces who neither opposed the infantry from the south, nor effectively be to the imminent attack from within. The center of the bastion as the was the police headquarters. That was objective number one. It was here that the battle began. Here, the first bloo
Marseillese] narrator the heart of european civilization is beating strong again. Paris is free. 4 years of courage of hope have been answered, and a tide of jubilation has burst forth. The people, always great performers in historys drama, rose to meet their liberators. Once more france held high her , head. Unswerving victory march proudly along the champselysees. In the weeks preceding, the nazis had paid a frightful price. The sector from cannes to the seines, had become a vast slaughterhouse of German Military power. 40 days of attacks by the allied forces had torn the best of hitlers arm to shreds. From the vortex of that desolation nothing emerged but , days of wounded prisoners. First they appeared singly, then in small groups. Finally in great masses of beat nazis. They found themselves in a prison camp of their own making, one intended for french men. Some are stunned and bewildered. Some cannot hide their happy relief. A 13yearold boy has been a slave to the nazis since maki
Announcer paris was a city with a smoldering purpose, signs in an alien tongue stood isolated. An alien flag flapped in the breeze. But behind the windows there was meaningful preparations. Men checked their meager stock of arms. No single bullet could be wasted. Each vital grenade was inspected. The French Forces of the interior, camouflaged their requisition cars. Thee isle of france, first sparks were ready to burst into flames. It provides a natural bastion winding through the heart of the capital. The men took their positions. The German Forces could neither opposed the infantry from the south, nor effectively be to the imminent attack from within. The center of the bastion was the police headquarters. That was objective number one. It was here that the battle began. Here, the first blood was drawn. There were deaths and casualties in both camps. But the spilled blood brought firstclass weapons to the ffi. They were put to immediate and effective use. Narrator direct fire was play
Paris by allied forces 75 years ago in august, 1944. Narrator the heart of european civilization is beating strong again. Paris is free. Four years of courage of hope have been answered, and a tide and a flood tide of jubilation has burst forth. The people of paris, always great performers in historys drama, rose to meet their liberators. Once more, france held high her head. Unswerving victory marched proudly along the champselysees. In the weeks preceding, the nazis had paid a frightful price. Senne have the become a vast slaughterhouse of German Military power. 40 days of attacks by the allied forces had torn the best of hitlers arm to shreds. Nothing emerged but days of wounded prisoners. First they appeared singly, then in small groups. And finally in great masses of beaten nazis. With fatal justice, they found themselves in a prison camp of their own making, one intended for french men. Some cannot hide their happy relief at coming through alive. Others are stunned and bewildered