So still was the clearing that correspondents standing beside the old dining car 2419D could hear the beat of a thrush's wing, the sound of a woodpecker tapping against a beech tree in the Forest of Compiégne beyond. A warm June afternoon sun beat down on the clearing and cast purple shadows across the avenue leading through the forest from the clearing to a road. It was Friday, June 21, 1940. At exactly 3:15 o'clock, German summer time, from a touring car that had stopped at the far end of the avenue stepped...
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